Cuando sople el hálito negro
y crezca la sombra de la muerte,
y todas las luces se extingan,
¡ven athelas, ven athelas!
¡En la mano del rey
da vida al moribundo!
16 oct 2007
taking time the only way he knows
Do you still remember December's foggy freeze? When the ice that clings on to your beard is screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep sea diver sounds and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
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