The the cloud
Shall come
A misty evening
With the cafes swelling with
Vient le nuage
Un soir de demi-brume
Les cafés gonflent de fumée
Le
Last night i fell
Ding dong dang
In a red glass of
For miles
Only
Wind and water
Sweep
Roar
And now try to look
Through the m
A moonless night
On the first snow
Love wore a face
Charming but
In the clear
June lighting of a
Sunday morning she lies
A soundless
Here's another story
To unfold made of secrets left untold a
I can not be certain of
Any event or place
Moving without
Float
Without rest
Like the space
Between
The nightwalker's eyes
Lost
In
June is
Following
A spot of light
Move on
A blue carpet
She
Can spy it
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