Fret Not
Fret not
In some yet distant spring
One shall come to
Unlock your dreams
He will call you love
You shall be his sweet and precious torment
"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Fret not
In some yet distant spring
One shall come to
Unlock your dreams
He will call you love
You shall be his sweet and precious torment
Posted by L'envoi at 4/20/2005 12:38:00 AM Permalink | Subscribe
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
1 comments:
and i dunno who he is
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