Edited, I know, but:
Apr. 15th, 2006 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caithreamWhere is the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like a rain on the mountains, like a wind in the meadow
The days have gone down into the West behind the hills into shadow.
I miss it. I miss it a whole damn lot.
Where is the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like a rain on the mountains, like a wind in the meadow
The days have gone down into the West behind the hills into shadow.
I miss it. I miss it a whole damn lot.
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:24 am (UTC)That's it. Right there. I love it so much it hurts in my bones, and that is something I'm sure 20 or 30 years down the road will still be there. Absolutely unforgettable.
Gah.