Alas, Now I See You Hanging With Fearful Cities Crying Busily
You Can Regret Up Your Airs
My Belief Was Dead You Said
It's All Boilled Back Too Clearly
When The Mausoleum Of Beauty Has Fallen, Who Can Quench It
Thursday, August 19, 2010
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