Farah

Oh to be free, says my lover on high, between you and the sea, no fire or blue ozone, tweaks sun's early rise, can hamper his tone, his cigarette sweeps, like a bird on the line, all that lays before me, he thinks we're as one, the cabin's early light, is kind but cold, such hopes of eternity, are not very wise, garnerin hopes of epiphany, can't you be done, I want to cry, dawn flights are so long, leave traces of night.