A deep sigh and it settles to the bottom. Each death is silt in the river.
And I thought you might come home this summerJen Foster, Sun in Seattle
And maybe there will be sun in Seattle
The glory of great men should always be measured by the means they have used to acquire it. - Francois de La Rochefoucauld
A deep sigh and it settles to the bottom. Each death is silt in the river.
And I thought you might come home this summerJen Foster, Sun in Seattle
And maybe there will be sun in Seattle
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