Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
калинка моя!
Ἄκουε τὰ ἀπὸ καρδίας.
31 / 10 / 11
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley -
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