I always thought
Like stars begin by springing into black sky
This then is how he dresses heaven.
And he gives you more light than this:
Only time sings of it,
As eternity rolls on
(Fridge Poems) 12.01.2019
The ice bergs rattle And the glasses chink, And the party's swinging And I'm on the brink, All along, in the old cold throng, Bangin...
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