David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс)

Nothing To Save

There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet. 

1. Submergence
2. Scent Of Irises
3. How Beastly the Bourgeois Is
4. A Sane Revolution
5. Brooding Grief

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