And the smell of the ocean
And cool mountain breeze
Won’t you please?"
Imagine the live chat tomorrow. Taylor is sitting in front of a skyline. She is wearing a black and white dress. She has grown angel wings. She starts talking. “I’ve been working on this album for two years now.” You breathe heavily. “And I’m really proud of it.” More breathing. “It’s called…” HEAVY BREATHING. “…Roses.”
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