Colours black,
fades
back
to white milk night.
Though blind of sight I
hear the falls,
the cataracts call in
colours black.,
On the board
knight backs night.
Checkmate
Right?
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Colours black,
fades
back
to white milk night.
Though blind of sight I
hear the falls,
the cataracts call in
colours black.,
On the board
knight backs night.
Checkmate
Right?
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