The friends who met at 19 Gale Peep
Fast fading melodies heroes of song, inside the door of 19-gale peep. The leaves that led to crickets wood, where our mad moon faced creature still sleeps. So quiet the measureless expanse of time, now that door of dreams bluebells hide. Oh what I’d give to once more wake in that world, and live in […]
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