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Kiss me on the lips
On the eyes.
Our name will be forgotten in time.
Noone will remember our work.
Our life will pass like traces of a cloud
And be scattered like mist chased by the rays of the sun.
For our time is the passing of a shadow.
posted by Μαρκησία του Ο. at 8:11 μ.μ.
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θέλω...>:(
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Even such is time that takes in trust
our youth, our joys our all we have
and pays us but with earth and dust.
Who in the dark and silent grave
when we have wandered all our ways
shuts up the story of our days?
Παρουσα και εγω.
This blog is superb!!!
It makes you wonder... How can ignorant bloggers go on living without it?
Keep up the good work - And the music tips are always welcome - not educationally speaking... It's just the best way to introduce yourself, innit?
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