Nazgulthefallen

Nazgulthefallen

Nazgulthefallen

Nazgulthefallen

Take This Kiss Upon The Brow! And, In Parting From You Now, Thus Much Let Me Avow- You Are Not Wrong, Who Deem That My Days Have Been A Dream; Yet If Hope Has Flown Away In A Night, Or In A Day, In A Vision, Or In None, Is It Therefore The Less

Nazgulthefallen

Nazgulthefallen

Nazgulthefallen

Nazgulthefallen

Nazgulthefallen

I Am! Yet What I Am Who Cares, Or Knows? My Friends Forsake Me Like A Memory Lost. I Am The Self-Consumer Of My Woes; They Rise And Vanish, An Oblivious Host, Shadows Of Life, Whose Very Soul Is Lost. And Yet I Am—I Live—Though I Am Toss’d

Nazgulthefallen

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