A’ne
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild
Ocean’s apart day after day And I slowly go insane I hear your voice on the line But it doesn’t
“For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost,
