Here be new eyes, my dear
Someone Dies Every Day
...and that someone is your age. Someday, that someone will be you.
Before the Storm Has Ceased
I promise to return before the storm has ceased.
Here be new eyes, my dear
...and that someone is your age. Someday, that someone will be you.
I promise to return before the storm has ceased.
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"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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