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.
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"He shifted his hand till he came to her knees…He tickled her, and she opened her thighs…" - ooer
