The enchanting forest along the coast of California was drenched in moss. It was summer of 1987. The piper turned around and the debt was gone. After the bill was paid, and the tubs were scrubbed, the clock went around for another day and then another until she came to a moment of deep depths of diversion.
Her gifts were oils and wines. And the coast greeted her with a bright moon. The cupcakes were delivered without charge and I was in love. She was as dashing as a musicians on his trombone. She was colder than the much light ocean tide.
What was going to happen no one would believe. The waiting, longing, wrapped up by feelings of uncertainty. The unsafe control brought uncertainty.
Fading fast were the things most completed until they were lost and foggy in mind. There were invisible angels I searched around hooping for good spirits.
Everything changed but you.
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