Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.
Some day, I will write a story based upon this song:
I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me, asleep with the night.
And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy ( Read more... )
I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me, asleep with the night.
And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy ( Read more... )
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Simon and Garfunkel are love.
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