we're as young as the night
no telephones ringing
no
company
coming
just the lap of the lake
and the firelight
a lonely loon
and a crescent moon
what a pocket
of heavenly grace
in France they say...
every day
love puts on a new face
love has many faces...
many
many faces
Joni Mitchell 1998 Taming The Tiger
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