To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holidayTo drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holidayTo drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holidayTo drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holidayTo drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holidayTo drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holidayTo drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holidayTo drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holidayTo drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holidayTo drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holidayTo drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holidayTo drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holidayTo drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given awayMine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scrollScrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play,Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
