I'll put a spell on you
You'll fall asleep
When I put a spell on you
And when I wake you
I'll be the first thing you see
And you'll realize that you love me
ah, love. subject of many bittersweet fantasies. poignant dreams based on nothing, knowledge culled from the ramblings of others. must it always be hard?
Well. Perhaps it is obvious I have a touch of the melancholy. It pays me a visit every now and then, and, as with an old friend, I welcome it both with open arms and a sinking feeling that I may still be stuck with it however far apart we drift.
More later
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