When I cook him dinner and I burn it black, he better say hmmm, I like it like that. — Shania Twain Copy Share Image
“Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are fluttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
“Vilis still doesn't pass to me but I don't care. Where he comes from (Latvia) they burn black people into tar and… — Stephen Kelman Copy Share Image
