Are there days gone by, O man, to which you would wish to return? They all attracted you like silk,...
Who put me in this bed of worms? Who buried me in the dust, to become a neighbor of snakes...
Are there days gone by, O man, to which you would wish to return? They all attracted you like silk,...
Who put me in this bed of worms? Who buried me in the dust, to become a neighbor of snakes...