"Don't be late".
I would never dare...
The Azure sky,
A gentle aire.
Could a thought on a bench turn into gold?
We"ll see.
Two speakers, set for you and me.
No cloth for the table, but with that said
Much better than anything filling my head.
A doubt that was taken, a thought that took flight.
As the perfect song ended and I kissed you goodnight.
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