sometimes it is best to do nothing with it
let it rest inside and smother in peace
bother it not with worries and grief
the happiest of fields do not know of man
and the sharp whips of greedy, greased hands
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
sometimes it is best to do nothing with it
let it rest inside and smother in peace
bother it not with worries and grief
the happiest of fields do not know of man
and the sharp whips of greedy, greased hands
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