Dear John Letter. ©

1st Verse

Walls of purple morning glory’s smelling sweet and fresh from the afternoon rain, the warmth of sunlight tells the story, as I reflect upon my pain,

Humid is the air that I breathe, as I remember times that were better, times that I didn't bear this pain that I write in this Dear John letter,

Distant Saxophone solo

As I stand here and wipe the raindrops from the morning glory’s, I recall a time in my mind, not so long ago in history, when you welcomed me each morning I walked by, and you were a mystery to me

Ad Lib and fade

DDD - Digital, Digital, Digital

Written, Arranged, Composed and Produced by T'adaram Alasadro Maradas

CIRCA 2012 Maradas, Inc., A California Corporation. ™ All Rights Reserved.

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