Something went wrong on the road nearby. A village, its attendant roads, or something, fell, into a quarry. Now every minute, each evening and eating into the silence of the nights with me wagons, heavy, rumbling wagons about, every seventy seconds.
That is, news, that's with me
That is, news, that's with me
That is, news, that's with me
Something went wrong on the road nearby. A village, its attendant roads, or something, fell, into a quarry. Now every minute, each evening and eating into the silence of the nights with me wagons, heavy, rumbling wagons about, every seventy seconds.