Wednesday, 14 February 2024

Annie

I'll dance with you, right through the gate, melt me lemon blue, don't make it sound, like I’m a special case, in yellow doused Cologne, I'll climb over the moon, church and state, if you beat the blues, we are never alone, still far away, a promenade to our hope, tell me the truth, if your vision's so great, why cloack it in ruins, maybe a lousy home, made you this way, set you out to roam, but you make me swoon, keep me as your date, forget all the rumours, love doesn’t age.

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