But even of him I can think of with sorrow, now at this moment.Those times, those people…have gone. How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust (Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley)
But even of him I can think of with sorrow, now at this moment.Those times, those people…have gone. How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust (Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley)