Purple as 3 am sky, the nite you just want to be alone. But there she is, in that velvet coat - a cross between royalty and heathen.

In from out of town - is she visiting or returning home? Autumn falls in love with cities, romancing the world. Could she ever feel that way about you?

She is fog, you must enter to understand. You must blur vision, must not look ahead. And when you reach the center, when you are surrounded by confusion, when you are utterly alone, then you are together.

Purple velvet 3 am.

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