cry not, my little one
cry not
else a large raven will pick out your eyes
a large raven will pick out your eyes
my dear sweet little one
cry not, my little one
cry not
else a large raven will pick out your eyes
a large raven will pick out your eyes
my dear sweet little one
Parents, eh, what can you do with them? Cradling their babies, singing sweet macabre nothings……
“But his moist little ass – behold there! so sweet the entry and exit of his soul”
You think East Greenland is dirtier than West Greenland?