Paroles de Wordcrime
The lover and the poetAlike in dignity
Let two more summers wither
Wondrous man do not smile at me
More than a little proud
Less than a little loud
Mountains will heave
To bring forth
Born: a ridiculous mouse
Where should this music be?
All the world will be in love with night
The flattering truth of sleep
Such as it is raw and young
A spirit of no common rate
Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal ghost
Mountains will heave
To bring forth
Born: a ridiculous mouse
Where should this music be?
All the world will be in love with night
The flattering truth of sleep
Such as it is raw and young
A spirit of no common rate
Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal ghost
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