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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"O blessed, blessed night. I am afeard,Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial." -
Romeo and Juliet
2.2.139-41
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