The bee that pollinates the flower, also steals from it
It is always darkest just before the dawn
The mills of the gods grind awful, slow, but awful fine
He who the Gods would destroy, they first make powerful
Hope?
The bee that pollinates the flower, also steals from it
It is always darkest just before the dawn
The mills of the gods grind awful, slow, but awful fine
He who the Gods would destroy, they first make powerful
Hope?