The sun’s afraid of any
So forbidding and austere:
She takes her chilly leave
And leaves the two of us out here
The tangledness of lives;
The paths we never should have trod —
The loneliness of bramble thorns,
And people who
Are flawed
The sun’s afraid of any
So forbidding and austere:
She takes her chilly leave
And leaves the two of us out here
The tangledness of lives;
The paths we never should have trod —
The loneliness of bramble thorns,
And people who
Are flawed