Fragments of Noir
Hopperesque
Monday, 9 November 2015
Flame of It May Dwindle
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine
And we may see the meadow in December, icy white and crystalline
Midnight Sun
(Mercer/Burke/Hampton)
Ella Fitzgerald
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