Howling winds under the silent moon, the pitter and the patter;
the solar hide and seek, the ominous door creak.
Of October and June, I certainly enjoyed the latter.
It will return not soon, my belated rapture does not matter.
the solar hide and seek, the ominous door creak.
Of October and June, I certainly enjoyed the latter.
It will return not soon, my belated rapture does not matter.
Just a demotic climatic eccentricity, which robs me of my impunity.
Of October and June, I certainly prefer the latter.
Of October and June, I certainly prefer the latter.
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