music: diana krall - autumn leaves; mood: relaxed;




One night too short.
One night to sort,
wild thoughts untamed,
build up again:
words are not only for parting.
This dusk is for starting -
the beginnning hour.

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Warmth betray the chilly night,
where winds and rain can no longer seep.
The clouds have yonder the mountain height,
white cirrus now that do not weep.

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Ah what illusions of grandeur,
the break of a smile barely chesire.
Enough to place a stare blank as space.
Every moment lost in a dream,
every moment in bliss.