THE FACT ABOUT BEST SONGS OF ALL TIME THAT NO ONE IS SUGGESTING

The sky manufactured you best/Your silk scarf/Floating on the shoulders/You might have been taken for just a king…/A woman on your own arm/How lovely she was…/It manufactured my heart shiver…I walked throughout the doorway along with you/The air was cold/But a thing over it felt like dwelling somehow/And I left my scarf there at your sister�