“I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,
The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,
The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,
And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see
The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
And build me stately palaces by candlelight.”
/ Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night. /
This beauty has just broke my heart... Words can't describe how musch I love this band. They are nothing but a deepest dream and the brightest star in the sky, the only one that always attracts my eyes...
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