Apheida
Oh moon where art thou gone so soon, down, down behind that hill since before midnight strike?!
Ruphus
Oh just havin' a little party over at my place. Good sound, some dancin', groovin', movin' - with the canine and the feline. Every sound of life beats inside my heart.
Apheida
Lover of life, feel you not the summer darkness? The moon smiles onto me in the morning come winter. Tonight it is gone.
Ruphus
Comes darkness, comes night life. Sun light strong in day time hours, the partying stronger come night fall. No moon need be witness to that. Join the sleepy canines and the crazy felines in their nocturnal serenade.
Freitag, 5. Dezember 2014
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