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Quiet nights of quiet stars quiet chords from my guitar
floating on the silence that surrounds us.
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams quiet walks by quiet streams
and a window that looks out on the mountains and the sea, oh how lovely
This is where I want to be here with you so close to me
until the final flicker of life's ember.
I who was lost and lonely believing life was only
a bitter tragic joke, have found with you,
the meaning of existence, oh my love
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| "FABIOLA" PORTRAIT BY ABBY LEE |
PHOTO BY HARSHA RAO
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