The Best of The Pogues

Sally MacLennane

"We are all prisoners of the dusk, dreaming of a dawn that never comes. For in the abyss of night, even stars are but dying embers—fleeting and frail. And when the wind howls its lonely hymn, remember: darkness is the mirror where lost souls recognize themselves. Here, in the silence of eternal shadows, the heart becomes a desert… and the light, a distant rumor."

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