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Creato da: Miyuina il 12/02/2005
MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves, líke the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Áh! ás the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wíll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It ís the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
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Post N° 128
Post n°128 pubblicato il 19 Giugno 2005 da Miyuina
Sono stata dalla mia cho-friend Aya prima e mi ha rivelato che uno dei tipi mi guardava con uno sguardo mooooolto interessato! Mah..
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