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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"Can time, can distance, can absence allay, or extinguish the sentiments of refined affection, the ardour of true love?" - The Coquette; or, The History of Eliza Wharton
by Hannah Webster Foster
