When day has gone and twilight's flown
and lovers' touches, soft, are known,
the silence sweet is broken long
by a loved one's voice and cricket song,
When words are sift and hearts are bright;
the air is chill and paths are steep,
the sky is vast and twice as deep;
the world is wide where we have grown
yet here we're never left alone;
this is the Velvet Time of night.














Devious Comments
Comments
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"Your d12 cries itself to sleep." -OOTS
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bLarG!
Is my favorite line in poetry since I fell in love with Rimbaud. Beautiful.
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...and I'm standing on air
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The world is a fuzzy place.
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FREE HUGS
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The world is a fuzzy place.
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FREE HUGS
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The world is a fuzzy place.
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FREE HUGS
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bLarG!
I dig mucho
I WANT IT BACK
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...and I'm standing on air
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