*Jack Vettriano* The Singing Butler
Brief
Down
South,
I long
Ago
Tasted
The
Sweetness
Of
Another’s
Mouth,
My
Fingers
Stained
With
Wine,
In
The
Days
When
Love
Was
Mine.
I sang
The
Lilting
Song
Of
Yesterday
And
Danced
The
Hours
Away
Until,
With
A
Silent
Shout,
All
The
Lights
Went
Out.
Down
South,
I long
Ago
Tasted
The
Sweetness
Of
Another’s
Mouth,
My
Fingers
Stained
With
Wine,
In
The
Days
When
Love
Was
Mine.
I sang
The
Lilting
Song
Of
Yesterday
And
Danced
The
Hours
Away
Until,
With
A
Silent
Shout,
All
The
Lights
Went
Out.
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