“All great and precious things are lonely.”
accept
Then how gladly I would hide from the longing to be once again
oh a boy once again, with my life before me, to sit
leaning on future arms and reading Samson,
how from his mother first nothing, then everything, was born.
oh a boy once again, with my life before me, to sit
leaning on future arms and reading Samson,
how from his mother first nothing, then everything, was born.
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