"She shivers, by the light she is hidden/
She flickers like a lamp lady vision/
Child of the moon, rub your rainy eyes/
Child of the moon/
Give me a wide-awake crescent-shaped smile.."
quinta-feira, 17 de março de 2011
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"..though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; we will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind."
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