Melaneholy Gloves of the fog, Slipped over the avenue It rustles under my feet; "Melaneholy" Meets the ehest. My walk on golden leaves Now it's in my eonseiousness; The Summer is gone. KRISTIAN GOLDMUND AUMANN AUTHORl01 0910
Melaneholy Gloves of the fog, Slipped over the avenue It rustles under my feet; "Melaneholy" Meets the ehest. My walk on golden leaves Now it's in my eonseiousness; The Summer is gone. KRISTIAN GOLDMUND AUMANN AUTHORl01 0910