Between the densest hours I would
Filch the spirit's gray
And illuminate dark sorrows with
The gaiety of Day
From me came no Guernica, no Raven, no bold feat
But relief!, and poison goblet
Filled with cider sweet
Filch the spirit's gray
And illuminate dark sorrows with
The gaiety of Day
From me came no Guernica, no Raven, no bold feat
But relief!, and poison goblet
Filled with cider sweet
IamtheshyStargirl
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