Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spears O! clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire
- William Blake
About Me
- philbony
- You believed in their stories of fame, fortune, and glory. Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age. The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high. And you hide, hide, hide...behind brown and mild eyes.
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