fredag 13. april 2012

Now I know that spring will come again, Soon, Saying; 'I shall be here some day again. Perhaps tomorrow; however late I've patience after this night following on such a week. whatever wind blows, while they and I have leaves we cannot other than aspen be that ceaselessly, unreasonably grives, Or so men think who like a different tree, but, the spring are here...



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