onsdag 9. november 2011
.: They asked me how I know my true love was true... ...
.: They asked me how I know my true love was true... ...
: Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk... Only thin smoke...
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