| Every time I have read it since... I still find it very fitting |
| Every time I have read it since... I still find it very fitting |


Sonnet 09Sonnet 09Sonnet 09
What comfort can this world of harshness bring For I, who sing a song of innocence? And what adventure, what chill wind can sting The soul of one who sings experience? We siblings, far apart in temperment Do roam the reaches of this dreary world To seek the golden, soothing sentiment Of he whose hands our lives and tales unfurled; For field and forest lack the untamed grace
Of he who crafted heart and fleece entire No star, no mead can match the ancient face That clothed the Lamb, that burned the Tyger's fire; For so majestic, so much worth the whi
free me.
Sweet Roses
--
"I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief...
...'Cause you're just damage control
for a walking corpse like me - like you" - Portions for Foxes by Rilo Kiley
--
"I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief...
...'Cause you're just damage control
for a walking corpse like me - like you" - Portions for Foxes by Rilo Kiley
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