A Space of Flowers

“No time hath she to sport and play:
A charmèd web she weaves alway.
A curse is on her, if she stay
Her weaving, either night or day,
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
Therefore she weaveth steadily,
Therefore no other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott…”
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1832

“Sometimes when you dream, your dreams come true In extraordinary ways, suddenly a day can be so amazing And sometimes when you year, you burn the air And then you are not the same And the world is…”

“Sometimes when you dream, your dreams come true

In extraordinary ways, suddenly a day can be so amazing

And sometimes when you year, you burn the air

And then you are not the same

And the world is…”

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