Her begynner det ...
... og her fortsetter det ...
... her ruller det!
... og her rocker det!
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Vidvandre • , •