Colors I've none -- dark or light, red, white or blue.. Cold is my touch (freezing).. Summoned by name -- I am the overseer over you.. Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere..
"And so I'm dead", the young man said. over the hill (not a wish away).. My friends (as one) all stand aligned. although their taxis came too late.. There was a rush along the Fulham Road..