Every year it comes back. Every year it shakes its lioness head and roars.
I'm of the nature of one who, when suffering and asked how I'm doing, say no complaints through a jaw clenched by grief.
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Every year it comes back. Every year it shakes its lioness head and roars.
I'm of the nature of one who, when suffering and asked how I'm doing, say no complaints through a jaw clenched by grief.