The road goes ever on and on

My tale was heard, and yet it was not told; my fruit is fall'n and yet my leaves are green; my youth is spent, and yet I am not old; I saw the world, and yet I was not seen; the thread is cut, and yet it is not spun; and now I live, and now my life is done.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man

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jinxinator:

The many faces of Johnny Depp. Again.
-coughs-
Also, I apologize if it’s not Edward Scissorhands only.

jinxinator:

The many faces of Johnny Depp. Again.

-coughs-

Also, I apologize if it’s not Edward Scissorhands only.