of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
In every wood, in every spring, there is a different green
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
In every wood, in every spring, there is a different green
of all that I have seen
Of meadowflowers and butterflies in summers that have been
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were
with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair
of all that I have seen
Of meadowflowers and butterflies in summers that have been
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were
with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair
It's murder all the way down.
It's murder all the way down.
Digging their own graves...
Digging their own graves...
On the one hand, these numbers aren't literally criticism of how they're acting right now. On the other hand, I shudder to think of their rates of citizen kidnapping since they became the Gestapo.
On the one hand, these numbers aren't literally criticism of how they're acting right now. On the other hand, I shudder to think of their rates of citizen kidnapping since they became the Gestapo.
I talked her off of it, but man reading that thing to counter it sucked.
I talked her off of it, but man reading that thing to counter it sucked.