a rainy walk through leaves will cure almost anything
deprived of magic, wonder wanes
my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude
You are perfect and have no synonym
only the gentlest hands can brush away tears
...within invisible walls of dreams, we live a life that might have been...
I get mixed up with the life we led and the life I imagined
I took you to that windy hill where stars on every side fall away