The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.
Dorothy ParkerTravel, trouble, music, art, a kiss, a frock, a rhyme -- I never said they feed my heart, but still they pass my time.
Dorothy ParkerThe sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.
Dorothy ParkerTravel, trouble, music, art, a kiss, a frock, a rhyme -- I never said they feed my heart, but still they pass my time.
Dorothy Parker