Frosted evening safe inside, there were just we five The Moon hung high reflecting light which lined the heavy skies Words and music mingled with the...
Category - Jade
Many’s the day, many’s the night I’ve walked until I thought everything was right Many’s the time, I’ve walked to town...
Fly me to the north, to where the gentle lilacs never bloom To where their fragrance never once again will enter my room To where the whiteness is...
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