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A dead town, surely only for a while, in those hopefully brief times, when the artist forgot how to paint and the gardener forgot how to grow?
Faded dreams, like lost ideals and hidden shared life visions, or more sadly just the wrong ending to a fairy story where the woman has the wings.
A dead town, surely only for a while, in those hopefully brief times, when the artist forgot how to paint and the gardener forgot how to grow?
Faded dreams, like lost ideals and hidden shared life visions, or more sadly just the wrong ending to a fairy story where the woman has the wings.