Grip sjansen !
En boks makrell i tomat rimelig til sags, da boksnøkklen
er bortkommet.
Nothing ever becomes real
till it is experienced.
My heart is singing like a morning bird.
A great hope from the gods comes down to me,
and bids my heart to sutler sense be stirred.
And think not that strange evil of tee,
That to think the mortal would be...
En boks makrell i tomat rimelig til sags, da boksnøkklen
er bortkommet.
Nothing ever becomes real
till it is experienced.
My heart is singing like a morning bird.
A great hope from the gods comes down to me,
and bids my heart to sutler sense be stirred.
And think not that strange evil of tee,
That to think the mortal would be...
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