New York: one woman, one garden, twelve seasons.
Marie the dawn is breaking Marie you'll soon be wakingTo find your heart is aching and tears will fall as you recallThe night in all its splendor a kiss kiss kiss so very tenderThe words won't you surrender to me, hey MarieHey Marie the dawn is breaking...
You gotta love a cat with such an eye for beauty... :-)
Hmm, and I do. I love my kitty!