along the dripping alleyway I often walk
I thought I saw your face imprinted on the wall
and when I thought of her who once sat at your feet
I felt myself absorbed by indescribable peace
now gone
Edwin Best: lyrics | fictions | episodes
along the dripping alleyway I often walk
I thought I saw your face imprinted on the wall
and when I thought of her who once sat at your feet
I felt myself absorbed by indescribable peace
now gone