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  • ALBUM / '...all her geese are swans '
  • RICHARD DEVEREUX
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  • MEDIA
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  • BEGINNINGS
  • ALBUM / '...all her geese are swans '
  • RICHARD DEVEREUX
  • THE COLLABORATORS
  • '...all her geese are swans' THE NOVELS
  • MEDIA
  • CONTACT
  • SCARLET RECORDS
  • '...all her geese are swans' THE TEXTS
  • 'all her geese are swans' THE VIDEOS
  • BLACK WELSH MUSIC AWARDS
  • Media reaction to '...all her geese are swans'
  • SnowSkull
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  1. ## hopeless things ... the stars

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How could she without anything done or said, or left undone or unsaid, so easily believe him guilty? The weather, like people, ought to enter into the spirit of the season. In the room beyond a clock chimed a single sound, fifteen minutes past five o clock. On the floor, the walls, the sinking sun threw long, fantastic shadows. She was so friendly and responsive, and so ready to press the sweet food of flattery on all. She got the things she wanted because she met the great conditions of conquest, sacrifice. At that moment she was no more to him than a pane of glass through which he stared. ‘As far as I can see, you’ll just have to endure some things and give up others’. He came and went with his usual noiseless irregularity. She knew it, and knew that she knew it. ‘I would lie awake looking out at the watery stars … hopeless things, the stars’. ‘I would lie awake looking out at the watery stars … hopeless things, the stars’. She knew it, and knew that she knew it. He came and went with his usual noiseless irregularity. ‘As far as I can see, you’ll just have to endure some things and give up others’. At that moment she was no more to him than a pane of glass through which he stared. She got the things she wanted because she met the great conditions of conquest, sacrifice. She was so friendly and responsive, and so ready to press the sweet food of flattery on all. On the floor, the walls, the sinking sun threw long, fantastic shadows. In the room beyond a clock chimed a single sound, fifteen minutes past five o clock. The weather, like people, ought to enter into the spirit of the season. How could she without anything done or said, or left undone or unsaid, so easily believe him guilty?

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