mandag 9. januar 2012

A place for everything and everything in its place...




If there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy ?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life's fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rung the bell,
What would you buy ?



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