#2239-Sleep
Some days,
When it’s rather late,
Words quietly stay away.
So there is nothing left to do,
But to seek solitude,
In a distant land,
Where no one can reach,
Even I.
Some days,
When it’s rather late,
Words quietly stay away.
So there is nothing left to do,
But to seek solitude,
In a distant land,
Where no one can reach,
Even I.