(these are not my words. this are shadows from 'GRACE'.)
Here, dear, here,
In this evening light which makes these woods disconsolate,
I sing hymns of divine condolence.
Flowers of final sunrays are engulfed
In the vagrant waves of sea…
Where they go?
Where?
Here, dear, here,
In this evening light which makes these woods disconsolate,
I sing hymns of divine condolence.
Flowers of final sunrays are engulfed
In the vagrant waves of sea…
Where they go?
Where?
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