May 21, 2008 21:06
Your voice
Your drunken lullabies brings a smile to my face that is neverending.
That laugh
So adorable and carefree pulls free any sadness and casts it away.
Sing to me once more, my muse!
Let your melody be as fingers striking the chords of inspiration.
amy,
drinking
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"My winter's giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep."
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