May 2015
So much sorrow,
The rain asks its penances,
Be true in the gloom,
Walk the miles of perdition's wake,
I give you my blood as it drains,
Casted, how many days must it rain,
Before light re-appears?
The rain asks its penances,
Be true in the gloom,
Walk the miles of perdition's wake,
I give you my blood as it drains,
Casted, how many days must it rain,
Before light re-appears?
(Isle of Skye)
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