"Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell
I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet ...
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