Read it through once
My own, see where the years conduct! At first, ‘twas something our two souls Should mix as mists do; each is sucked In each now: on, the new stream rolls, Whatever rocks obstruct.
Read it through once
My own, see where the years conduct! At first, ‘twas something our two souls Should mix as mists do; each is sucked In each now: on, the new stream rolls, Whatever rocks obstruct.