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Rooftops and love songs

“It was a time i slept many rooms, called myself by many names. I wandered through the quarters of the city like alluvium wanders the river banks. I Knew every kind of joy , ascents of every hue. Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was world of rooftops and love songs.”

— Roman Payne, Rooftop soliloquy

Roman Payne


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