The Sickbed of Cuchulainn, by the Pogues
> You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands. »
> You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands. »
> Who could make an account of their having inflicted other illness in the bodies of humans, like blindness or very sharp pains and agonies? Nonetheless, »
> Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray »
Calvary (Golgotha) The Drunkard The Fiddler Still-Life Bella With White Collar To My Betrothed I and the Village Half-Past Three (The Poet)] Paris Through the Window »
I will lead you by a shorter way. You will be with your mother soon, but you will find the going hard. Dear Mili, by Wilhelm »