As the wind blows around those silos there and grains scatter from the hand of care the sun is going down on the village builder.…
As the wind blows around those silos there and grains scatter from the hand of care the sun is going down on the village builder.…
“When you are old and gray and full of sleep and nodding by the fire… ” I will take the book from your shaky hands…
After it’s all done what is better than skirting around eternity radiant in ethereal light forever with my kindred soul broken no more at the…