The Willow Bower
Let me, if you will, pluck a concept for myself From the tree of misunderstanding And it hold it thus: See how the light falls, the shadow Waxes and wanes. Turn it, turn it. See?
Let me, if you will, pluck a concept for myself From the tree of misunderstanding And it hold it thus: See how the light falls, the shadow Waxes and wanes. Turn it, turn it. See?