When each voice fadeth in the background, the last melody of hope laguisheth, and the last wick of happiness is snuffed out, there I find thee, Lover of my soul, still awaiting my surrender at the foot of thy holy throne. Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete Regularly visit the POTD page, as it gets updated regularly. For other featured POTDs, click here.
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