I do not know your melancholy eyes
or your small, pale hands.
I do not know your smile.
I do not know the sad shades in your heart.
I do not know what's tearing you apart.
I do not know the sad shades in your heart.
I do not know your smile
or your small, pale hands.
I do not know your melancholy eyes.
I do not know you.
I don't know you.|.uoy wonk t'nod I









I appreciate it
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Tendebantque manus ripae ulterioris amore--
Reaching out their hands to the further shore in longing
(Virgil. Aeneid. 6. 314)
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What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a fawn in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
I has a lemon!
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are you sure what side of the cage you are on?
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Tacos!
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It's OK to beat up an old lady. If she really had it coming.
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Tendebantque manus ripae ulterioris amore--
Reaching out their hands to the further shore in longing
(Virgil. Aeneid. 6. 314)
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