Chrissy

The great profuse Diva, makes good sense to me, when she raises Ave Maria, in circumstances of our own, can we ever make history, each morning a waking thorn, hymns make me dream, your face is of the sea, you sleep like a Queen, wine we brought to town, to tourists and Cafe's, you danced all around, laugh at such generous sweeps, you brush clean the streets, the place is your keep, tip Bollinger down, make time take a leap, nothing about you loaned, music is everything