It’s a simple act really, you need to be wilder than a teacup, and just as bewildered.
I’ll smile at your autumn hair that's shaded by the gaps the lost leaves have left, and the robin red and the gentle breeze that blows between us, pushing our fingertips just out of reach of each other.
And you’ll disfigure your silhouette with a double-breasted silk-lined greatcoat.
We’ll smile and our lips will whisper how much I’ll miss that kiss, and how much you cost as a mistress.
I’ll smile at your autumn hair that's shaded by the gaps the lost leaves have left, and the robin red and the gentle breeze that blows between us, pushing our fingertips just out of reach of each other.
And you’ll disfigure your silhouette with a double-breasted silk-lined greatcoat.
We’ll smile and our lips will whisper how much I’ll miss that kiss, and how much you cost as a mistress.
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