onsdag 17. oktober 2012

.: For then, I, undistrest, By hearts grown cold to m...

.: For then, I, undistrest, By hearts grown cold to m...: Madness: To day is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers be-tumbled the chestnut spikes, And nestling's fly; And...

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