There's A Swan In The Asylum

Émilie. 20. Photography Student. Canada. British French-Canadian.
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Far over the Misty Mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

The Pines were roaring on the heights

The winds were moaning in the night

The fire was red, it flaming spread

The tress like torches blazed with light

(Source: black-nata, via lady-queenobscene)

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