Seville After Rain
Dust of clouds
Turn gold to ashes in a blue sky
In streets of love, a cry
Amongst puddles that look up.
Turn gold to ashes in a blue sky
In streets of love, a cry
Amongst puddles that look up.
New Year's Eve, Seville
Two notes slide in to one, Humming like a fruit. Night with bells is summoned, Is spiced and echoed On New Years Eve in Seville.
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