up in the sky.
"My cousin the snow
Lays blankets below
States that her falkes are
The threads to the soul
My rival the sun
Who ripens the plum
Is feared and revered
He gives sight to the gun"
Peter Doherty - I am The Rain.
Lays blankets below
States that her falkes are
The threads to the soul
My rival the sun
Who ripens the plum
Is feared and revered
He gives sight to the gun"
Peter Doherty - I am The Rain.
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