I see you. Through those gaps made up of miles and space and time. Your jet-black hair. Your pale skin. Your eyes. Green, brown, green, brown. Fast. In judgement as in joy. Red velvet. Checkered shirts. Vivid colours and fast feet. Magical, like a saga, charming the world with your grin. You. Far away, but here. Still.
Dropkick Murphys – Climbing a Chair to Bed
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