things get hazy, and i'm going crazy
because i'm so tired of trying not to think-
orange blossom sunrise, is that dew in my eyes?
or is something else making me weep?
as promised, i dreamed of you. did you dream of me too?
the desert is lonely at night.
You're still my light
Inside the Belljar
words


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