I couldn't believe my eyes yesterday, when I saw you on stage. Didn't know that the Soulsavers were dm's support, but sadly did already know that dm fans are orribile. Noone lets you go in front and everyone is watching you like a leprous, if you try. Hope you had good evening though.
THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught and light, Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.
Upon her silken avalanche of down, Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh; And watches the white visions past her flown, Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.
And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep, Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow, Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,
Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow Whence gleams of iris and of opal start, And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.
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