Freedom, by Stormlucas |
If I could but fall and, careless, sleep eternal. But I, I a mighty soldier be, And driv'n by orders I canna' hear, I weary walk the forward path to no sure rest or pleasure, 'Til knees give, and tongue tastes dust. Then, and only then, to sleep eternal. |
Posted: 2013-04-11 10:05:57 UTC |
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