[…] in the ever turning evening / we blossom ever into thus / and seeing our terrors not upon us, / we rest merrily
and seeing our lives blossom, / we dream into darkness, […]
[…] in the ever turning evening / we blossom ever into thus / and seeing our terrors not upon us, / we rest merrily
and seeing our lives blossom, / we dream into darkness, […]