to keep one's word; to keep one's promise
One day my dreams were surely dying, dying, dying baby Just like a flower without rain
gin and Italian
Notes for landscape tones. Long sequences of tempera. Light filtered through the essence of lemons. An air full of brick-dust - sweet smelling brick dust and the odour of hot pavements slaked with water.
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