Ray LaMontagne Song

Warm your hands by the campfire,

see the fireflies fly here,

into the grass.

..
At the falling of the evening,

I let my lips discover,
also my tongue and nasal cavaties
in the bunches of grapes from the vineyard,

The aroma, yes for my soul it’s so relieving..

.

Isn’t it perfect,

the red colored dawn,

as a new born day

sculpted out of the womb..

This situation looks like a Ray LaMontagne song,

so lovely
In describing the nature…

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