there was a man when I was young
he lived a year with me
but the year was up and that song was sung
and his wish was to be free
his wish was to be free
I was in love when I was young
and I’ve not been free again
that’s a promised fruit when you’ve first begun
that ripens into pain
I had a child when I was young
the last gift that man gave
I wish that he could hold his son
and the snow in the air lie on my grave
the snow lie on my grave
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Baba Yaga by Ivan Bilibin
Gerda and the Reindeer by Edmund Dulac
Arabian Nights by Edmund Dulac
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Mr. Darcy: [Chuckles] And…what should I call you when I’m cross? “Mrs. Darcy”?
Elizabeth Bennet: [Smiling] No! No. You may only call me “Mrs. Darcy”… when you are completely, perfectly, and...
Pagan Wheel of the Year. Absolutely beautiful, the details are impressive.
