Maxioms by Conrad Aiken
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now read more
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.
