mandag 23. april 2012
.: Yours still, you mine; remember all the best - of ...
.: Yours still, you mine; remember all the best - of ...
: To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose, Scentless, colorless, this ! Will it ever be thus (who knows) Thus with our bliss...
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