It’d suffer being exposed to the cold air for too long. It’d lose its hue after trying to be washed out. And still even if faded the Lamb is there against all odds.
we be redrawing
Suppose it's been a long while.
You look like a princess or something
I will sing for crescent moon Dancing with the castanets As the end will come so soon In the land of twilight
The one that avoided the mousetrap and fell into the kettle.
revert back to 2008
♠️ Surely we'll sing of no little thing ♠️
An Ace down a rabbit hole.
Where, oh where, had this little calf gone?
