They were like dusky skyIn October nightMen of DarkEndless stormsImpregnable souls Cruel and coldIn their heartDevoured the summer light My fateful Octobers Mystical and genteelWith…
The canvas of your perceptionTorn by sharpening knifeThe mirror of self-deceptionThat reflects outer life The scene of dreams and memoriesWhere thoughts are living artThe freest…
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