the autumn's pure perfection, the lake, in its repose, the days when joy's reflection was not disturbed by those who seek to break our faith and will by constant battle waging -- before the weakness came, the one, the shameful one, called aging
the autumn's pure perfection, the lake, in its repose, the days when joy's reflection was not disturbed by those who seek to break our faith and will by constant battle waging -- before the weakness came, the one, the shameful one, called aging
