thaw my heart, yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles. how tender and supple is the frame of your art. you weave gracefully
Пераклад: Апатыя Eulogy. Варта чытаць Раніца Непасрэдна пасля абуджэння.
never thaw my heart, yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles. how tender and supple is the frame of your art. you weave