Look out the window. And doesn't this remind you of when you were in the boat, and then later than night, you were lying, looking up at the ceiling, and the water in your head was not dissimilar from the landscape, and you think to yourself, "Why is it that the landscape is movin
Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born. Every Night & every Morn Some are Born to sweet delight. Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are Born to Endless Night.
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2019-10-27 04:04:06