"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~
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
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
and i dunno who he is
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