The Weekends
The week has come to its end,
Like a swift blow of wind
Between my fingertips.
It's a bit cool with a frisky feel,
That lifts and dampens the mood
To a quiet night.
The weekend has come
To grace me a rest
From a solo flight into the night
And a lullaby of silence
As I sleep tonight.
Like a swift blow of wind
Between my fingertips.
It's a bit cool with a frisky feel,
That lifts and dampens the mood
To a quiet night.
The weekend has come
To grace me a rest
From a solo flight into the night
And a lullaby of silence
As I sleep tonight.
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