white foliage
white trees
white day
and the clock goes on
and the clock goes on
and death on the way
white sun
white rain
white night
and the clock goes on
and the clock goes on
and the darkness is on the way
it's not too far
it's not too far
to live a poet
it's not too far
it's not too far
he can see it all
and the clock goes on
and the clock goes on
and the darkness is on the way
and the clock goes on
and the clock goes on
and death on the threshold
12.07.18
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 6:16 AM UTC
white foliage
white trees
white day
and the clock goes on
and the clock goes on
and death on the way
white sun
white rain
white night
and the clock goes on
and the clock goes on
and the darkness is on the way
it's not too far
it's not too far
to live a poet
it's not too far
it's not too far
he can see it all
and the clock goes on
and the clock goes on
and the darkness is on the way
and the clock goes on
and the clock goes on
and death on the threshold
12.07.18
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