Memories
When the last colours of the day Have from their burning ebbed away, About that ruin, cold and lone, The
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Rose Cello
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I
When the last colours of the day Have from their burning ebbed away, About that ruin, cold and lone, The
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I