

LitanyWhere is the paper and ink? Where are the words that were flowing? Where is the rim of the fountain, And the wishes we were sowing? Now in the hour before dawn Where are the ships we were rowing? Where is the glint of the eye And the white shadow glowing?Litany
Where are the seven notes? Where is the balance of power? Where is the compass rose And the base of the ivory tower? Now at the height of the day Where is the hate that devours? Where are the pieces of eight And the clock which was marking the hours?
Where is the hand on the loom? &n
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Chopen.NL - HDR Photography
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Chopen.NL - HDR Photography
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Chopen.NL - HDR Photography
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Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another
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Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another
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