When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time`s waste:
Then can i drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death`s dateless night,
And weep afresh love`s long-since cancel`d woe.
But if the while I think on thee,dear friend,
All loses are restor`d,and sorrows end.
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Violets are blue.
Run Carlo!
This perv is stalking you.
Lovely powerful stuff Robert, very appropriate.
Snake is only saying that because he has got a stiffy
Are you saying the Eels are a Shakespearian tragedy?