a grey day

“Years as they roll cut all our pleasures short;
Our pleasant mirth, our loves, our wine, our sport,
And then they stretch their power, and crush at last
Even the power of singing of the past.”


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lieuwe  op 23 november 2002 @ 10:00:46

Oan de ein
Is alles sein.