I am the 479th Angel(fallen from grace)
   
S'en Foutre
 
Dream Land

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasent lot.
 
Mange merde de morte
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Slueth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries,
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand
 
J'ai le fruit sur mon bas.
Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond
That dreams at the gates of the day?
Alluring it lies at the skits of the skies,
And ever so far away;
Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls,
And ye of the trail overfond,
With saddle and pack, by paddle and track,
Let's go to the Land of Beyond!

Have ever you stood where the silences brood,
And vast the horizons begin,
At the dawn of the day to behold far away
The goal you would strive for and win?
Yet ah! in the night when you gain to the height,
With the vast pool of of heaven star-spawned,
Afar and agleam, like a valley of dream,
Still mocks you a Land of Beyond.
 
Favorite Links
 
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Rusty Nails
good nine inch nails site. cool e-mail

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official nine inch nails site
this is the actual site and worth knowing






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