“FOLD your arms round me close and strain me so that our hearts may break and our souls go free at last. Take me to that happy place of which you told me long ago. The fields whence none return, but where great singers sing their songs forever.” Joseph Bé
"FOLD your arms round me close and strain me so that our hearts may break and our souls go free at last. … Read more “FOLD your arms round me close and strain me so that our hearts may break and our souls go free at last. Take me to that happy place of which you told me long ago. The fields whence none return, but where great singers sing their songs forever.” Joseph Bé