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Upon liminal spheres where dreams are woven, Adrift between stars and the trees, I pass closer to the golden dawn. There’s a warmth beyond the shadow. I feel the aurum under my eyelids, And I hope the birds will sing. Oh, I hope I will hear the birds sing... Perhaps a knowledge that never comes. for David Robert Jones (8th January 1947 - January 10th 2016) |
Hinterlands
Star
Star
NULL
FILM
Whatever It Takes
LAND
Inferno
Hey Qween - Holigay Special
Star
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Boy Trouble
Angèle, seule au piano
Aaron Kwok Mega Hits Live In Concert 2005 Chapter II Live
Race
John
Ennio Morricone: Peace Notes - Live in Venice
Mount Joy
Herbie Goes to Monte Carlo
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