"She shivers, by the light she is hidden/
She flickers like a lamp lady vision/
Child of the moon, rub your rainy eyes/
Child of the moon/
Give me a wide-awake crescent-shaped smile.."
terça-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2011
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“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.” — John Greenleaf Whittier *
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