The bold sunlight scars my face
Furrows for future tears to run
Yet turn to its surface I’m wont to do
For darkness cares not for wrinkled time
Caresses the fallen fruit of youth
No. 39
The bold sunlight scars my face
Furrows for future tears to run
Yet turn to its surface I’m wont to do
For darkness cares not for wrinkled time
Caresses the fallen fruit of youth
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