This is my wont, this is my path...
The Edge of Golden
Here be new eyes, my dear
How Would You Know
How would you ever know unless you first trod the path, back and forth.
This is my wont, this is my path...
Here be new eyes, my dear
How would you ever know unless you first trod the path, back and forth.
"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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