There is no boat that can carry you there;
No wings that are able to fly you there.
Your feet will stumble before they bring you.
The door is forgotten & easily mistaken.
Alas, it is forsaken;
Multitudes pass.
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC
There is no boat that can carry you there;
No wings that are able to fly you there.
Your feet will stumble before they bring you.
The door is forgotten & easily mistaken.
Alas, it is forsaken;
Multitudes pass.
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