If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply; Reflecting the sun and all that’s gone by.Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly. Fly high my baby bird, My angel, my only.
Louis Sachar
If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply; Reflecting the sun and all that’s gone by.Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly. Fly high my baby bird, My angel, my only.