Perpetual motion
Dec 04, 2019
2 minutes
by Fred Schaaf
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:…
And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea, Sing in their high and lonely melody. Come near, that no more blinded by man’s fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things
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