| There's something quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
It wears a sprig upon its breast,
And will not tell its name.
Some touch it and some kiss it,
Some chafe its idle hand;
It has a simple gravity
I do not understand!
While simple-hearted neighbors
Chat of the 'early dead,'
We, prone to periphrasis,
Remark that birds have fled! |
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112.06.08, 01:15
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212.06.08, 06:50
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krik
312.06.08, 09:53³ 2
Misericordia
412.06.08, 09:55³ 3 krik
512.06.08, 13:09³ 3 krik
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612.06.08, 21:08
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ó: _Black_Joker_
713.06.08, 23:36
Misericordia
813.06.08, 23:36³ 7 ó: _Black_Joker_
ó: _Black_Joker_
913.06.08, 23:39
ó: Apostat
1020.12.08, 17:47
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