You never know where from or why, really. It’s magic.
Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door;
Or has it feathers like a bird,
Or billows like a shore?
An Aries (Who Knows Some Stuff)
You never know where from or why, really. It’s magic.
Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door;
Or has it feathers like a bird,
Or billows like a shore?