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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Twelfth Night
4.1.11
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Sweet Jesus, I can only ever hear this in Trevor’s voice the exact same way he said it every time…
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