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| Think Of It Not, Sweet One Think not of it, sweet one, so; Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go Any---anywhere. Do not look so sad, sweet one,--- Sad and fadingly; Shed one drop then,---it is gone--- O 'twas born to die! Still so pale? then, dearest, weep; Weep, I'll count the tears, And each one shall be a bliss For thee in after years. Brighter has it left thine eyes Than a sunny rill; And thy whispering melodies Are tenderer still. Yet---as all things mourn awhile At fleeting blisses, E'en let us too! but be our dirge A dirge of kisses. John Keats |
thanx for the fav..
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Touché my friend, touché..
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ps. - go read a book
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Я изучаю русский.... медленно .... =]
'well i think we can handle that'
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Touché my friend, touché..
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ps. - go read a book
thanks for your kind support I'm ajusting
to these uplifting garnisments
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Regards,
Michaeldavitt ; }
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LIFE NEEDS A SOUNDTRACK. Mine is a mixture of The Weepies, Ingrid Michaelson and Salt N Pepa.
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