Night and day, you are the one, only you beneath the moon or under the sun.
The exterior.
The entry hall.
The game room.
The bathroom.
The dressing room and walk-in closet.
The bedroom.
The entertainment area and study.
In the roaring traffic’s boom, in the silence of my lonely room, I think of you, day and night.
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