A lover of art .
For I crept under the visages of both the obligations, And found AUTUMN, Which is ultimately born ... For I crept under the visages of both the obligations, And found AUTUMN, Which...
His eyes mapped every corner of the town, His eyes mapped every corner of the town,
My body was the easel where he hung his canvas, My body was the easel where he hung his canvas,
It's a poem about a thing once loved now lost. It's a poem about a thing once loved now lost.
But yet with a heavy heart, she stood at the gateway hoping to recall all the rituals long ago perfo... But yet with a heavy heart, she stood at the gateway hoping to recall all the ri...
And the magician is the hope in between the two downfalls And the magician is the hope in between the two downfalls
And I will meet the love of my life when the yonder moon merges with his bearded soul resting within... And I will meet the love of my life when the yonder moon merges with his bearded...