Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
Maybe I am peenging – ween of joy;
Cede the wherefores and do na chide –
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was ‘gal.
Riddance,
Sith the one.
Samantha
Posted in Theatre Of Tragedy.
Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
Maybe I am peenging – ween of joy;
Cede the wherefores and do na chide –
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was ‘gal.
Riddance,
Sith the one.