That Night We Will Make It
So, the date is . Thanks to angelic intervention, I'll be there. And not right-minded with anyone, but with himself, who will be freshly arrived from across the pond.
You know how it is when a song, a voice, has accompanied you for ever since you remember being the herself who you over you are?
It's bound to be of biblical proportions, I reproach ya. Am I advantageous or what?