never thaw my heart, yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles. how tender and supple is the frame of your art. you weave
thaw my heart, yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles. how tender and supple is the frame of your art. you weave gracefully
Traduzione: L'apatia Eulogy. Da leggere In The Morning direttamente dopo Wake.