Dec 2015
Gentle pity upon a waning moon, twilight
Soon to beckon me through an eerie tune.
But, Lo! to thee, hath I spoken thus too sweetly?
Lo! I see, cats eyes can catch light -she, my meaning.
Soon to beckon me through an eerie tune.
But, Lo! to thee, hath I spoken thus too sweetly?
Lo! I see, cats eyes can catch light -she, my meaning.
(The Land Of Flowing Hair)
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