watching cars. or will we be passed by. will anyone stop for us. be passed on. the day passes away. and we're alone. the moment cracks along the sidewalk.
"Bon Voyage". And promptly he hung up the phone. There was a doorbell ringing. So he snuck out onto the terrace. He said "If these were my last words,.
Less talk, more dancing. If we could push off the sick conversation one more night. I surely would. My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard. Have I soiled your gown?.