"The Rocks, they cry out!"
Jests the fool. Yet, what is most
Human's called "Boring"
By the blonde haired woman. Naught
Human; she'd be satisfied.
That is why a grandmaster poet fails.
"The Rocks, they cry out!"
Jests the fool. Yet, what is most
Human's called "Boring"
By the blonde haired woman. Naught
Human; she'd be satisfied.
That is why a grandmaster poet fails.