Apr 2018
I have never asked the wind from whence it came.
Or what purpose that the thunder gives the rain.
I have never sought to grasp the rays of sun.
Or pondered how our wars are always won.
Or what purpose that the thunder gives the rain.
I have never sought to grasp the rays of sun.
Or pondered how our wars are always won.
(24/F/Under a Willow Tree)
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