Dorothy Parker (Дороти Паркер)

Prophetic Soul

Because your eyes are slant and slow,
  Because your hair is sweet to touch,
My heart is high again; but oh,
  I doubt if this will get me much.

1. I Shall Come Back
2. Chant for Dark Hours
3. A Dream Lies Dead
4. Now at Liberty
5. De Profundis

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