And, if I thought at all, it was that Iβd like this to go on and on, no-one going, no-one coming, autumn and winter always loitering around the corner, summerβs ripeness lasting for ever,
And, if I thought at all, it was that Iβd like this to go on and on, no-one going, no-one coming, autumn and winter always loitering around the corner, summerβs ripeness lasting for ever,