Words fly, words lie
Words dream, words wake
Words droop to cry
In the time of earthquake
That intoxicates the black river and its sunless tributary
Digging a furtive furrow in a heart of pebbles painted with frost.
-The Shepherdess
Words dream, words wake
Words droop to cry
In the time of earthquake
That intoxicates the black river and its sunless tributary
Digging a furtive furrow in a heart of pebbles painted with frost.
-The Shepherdess
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