Drift by my window with an autumn's breeze a zephyr at the tail of midnight blue like a Stradivarius fined tuned shrouded in a cloud of mystical dew from the swing of the moon Dripping a valance from your lips on a staircase of our love from a balustrade above as God saves the oboes oboes of silence as we kiss Freestone from the vines the peach zest of our cider in the ambrosia of a
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