Sunday, 26 March 2017

Octavia

For all the chances missed, all the choices leased, love we think is blessed, do you know what to do, around your knees, a tattered sheepskin to warm you, all within my caress, heaven in our dreams, underneath the brightest dress, the members of our crew, say i'm not easy, but that's not really true, what’s loosed is never unsaid, when orange fires the sea, and we look at death, i didn't learn to dread, passion doesn't keel me, did what i thought best, alive but never weeping.

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