I'm not in the machine, near as I am to its lair...
The Machine
I'm not in the machine, near as I am to its lair...
The ancient of days was ne'er made for me, yet ever I crave its wondrous peace...
"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." -Victor Hugo
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
- Verse Seventeen -
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