14. juni 2005
there has fallen a splendid tear from the passion flower at the gate. she is coming, my dove, my dear; she is coming, my life, my fate; the red rose cries, she is near, she is near; and the white rose weeps, she is late, the larkspur listens, I hear, I hear; and the lily whispers, I wait.
tennyson
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g a g a - 14. Juni 2005, 21:33
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