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Ah, love, let us be true / To one another! for the world, which seems / To lie before us like a land of dreams, / So various, so beautiful, so new, / Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, / No...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 03:15:00 GMT |
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The weather makes me weary. Day turns to dusk, turns to dawn.Cold days and colder nights offer the only constancyFor a mind left to wander, and wonderwhere do you goand what do you dox
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 21:37:00 GMT |
