June
Wednesday 28 October 2009 photo 1/2
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He was my north, my south, my east and west
My working week and my sunday rest ..
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun ..
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good
My working week and my sunday rest ..
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun ..
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good
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