dan auerbach – when the night comes

Magnolia, your curling golden petals wrap around the honey bees, magnolia, your curling goldens taunt the breath of the spring breeze, the sun holds it’s breath as it dips smiling sunset, to see the night come, and the night comes for the viewing of your dreaming, the precious prize the honey bees are seeking, following you through the bridges and French history and the whisper of chimes and their mystery…when the night comes

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