: It was just before the moon hung Her weary heavy head in The gallows and the graves of The milky milky cradle His tears have turned to poppies A shimmer
It was just before the moon hung Her weary heavy head in the gallows and the graves of the milky milky cradle His tears have turned to poppies A shimmer
It was just before the moon hung Her weary heavy head in The gallows and the graves of The milky milky cradle His tears have turned to poppies A shimmer
