“Go to the time when for twenty-fourth time
The nation is rising to sing” “Are you my guardian angel,” he asked. “Or are you an angel of death, coming to get me?” “Whatever you wish me to be,” I said. “Are you coming to save me? Or are you coming to take me home?” Gothard whispered. “I’ve come to let you sleep,” I whispered and put my hand on... Sign in to see full entry.