Star of my life, to the stars your face is turned;
Would I were the heavens, looking back at you with ten thousand eyes.
Star of my life, to the stars your face is turned;
Would I were the heavens, looking back at you with ten thousand eyes.
I don't like to cross dead people out of my address book. I put them in square brackets.
A cheese may disappoint. It may be dull, it may be naive, it may be oversophisticated. Yet it remains cheese,…
Are we not drawn onward, we few drawn onward to new era?