Sunday, April 20, 2008
Quiet Nights
Quiet nights of quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams, quiet walks by quiet streams
And a window that looks out on Corcovado … oh how lovely
This is where I want to be
Here with you so close to me
Until the final flicker of life’s embers
I who was lost and lonely believing life was only
The bitter tragic joke
I found with you the meaning of existence … oh my love
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