04-07-2022, 01:08 AM
She had a crystal hanging over her bed.
She took me into her blonde arms
and showed me the Garden of Eden.
I woke at 3:33 a. m., a “sister of mercy”
sleeping at my side, forever after a sacred time.
Morning came, lovers parting at the street
that I did not know led away from that
sweet loss of innocence I’d never repeat.
She took me into her blonde arms
and showed me the Garden of Eden.
I woke at 3:33 a. m., a “sister of mercy”
sleeping at my side, forever after a sacred time.
Morning came, lovers parting at the street
that I did not know led away from that
sweet loss of innocence I’d never repeat.