There was a time when there was nothing at all Nothing at all, just a distant hum There was a being and he lived on his own He had no one to talk to, and nothing to do He drew up the plans, learnt to work with his hands A million years passed by and his...
Lire la suiteA sense of duty Was my one intention And an ugly beauty Was my own invention Pride a proud refusal And i refuse To need your approval Too many seekers Too few beacons But through the fog We'll keep on beaming Through the crying hours Of your glitter years...
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