Cicadian Rhythm: The Love Song of J. Alfred Proof-Gone
Let us go, then, you and I When vague contemplation leaks out to the sky From our brains whose every memory is a fable. Let us lose ourselves in half-deserted streets, The mutterin…
Let us go, then, you and I When vague contemplation leaks out to the sky From our brains whose every memory is a fable. Let us lose ourselves in half-deserted streets, The mutterin…