Till it foams like a beaker of frothing wine?
Once more to the long and steady swing,
Once more, my oars, to your measured play,
For the clouds grow dark and the world grows dim
With the coming gloom of a rainy day.
FEZ.
Till it foams like a beaker of frothing wine?
Once more to the long and steady swing,
Once more, my oars, to your measured play,
For the clouds grow dark and the world grows dim
With the coming gloom of a rainy day.
FEZ.