Silver haired matriarch in her joyous silver home Two silver daughters and one son, all her own Telling filigree secrets she tucks behind my ears: Stories of her Oberon and music of the spheres
Titania, reclining on a throne of irises Swan perm loosened into waves of champagne
You are more radiant than ever In the morning by the window pane
Titania
Whispering lullabies to the dog Sleeping on the rug in a sunbeam
“It will be so heavenly to hold you again in a daydream”
Titania
The windchimes hanging from the lamp ring whenever you turn the light on Singing like birds at the fringe of evening and the palest blush of dawnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
