“For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.” (Lord Byron)
Goodbye Grand.
“For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.” (Lord Byron)
Goodbye Grand.
Don’t go! Stay good, stay strong, grow old.