I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas. And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve. I wonder if they grew up hating the season.
If on every ocean the ship is a throne. And for each mast cut down another sapling is grown. Then I could believe that I'm bound to find. A better life than I left behind.
I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas. And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve. I wonder if they grew up hating the season.
If on every ocean the ship is a throne. And for each mast cut down another sapling is grown. Then I could believe that I'm bound to find. A better life than I left behind.