Season
Foromtale
When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon my remembrance of things past
I sigh the lack of many a ting i sought:
And with old woes new wail my dear times way
Then I can drown an eye, unus’d to flow
For precious freinds hit in death’s dareless night
- Shakesspear
Spillet på
Chop Con - The Evolution (2001) |
Indsend rettelser for denne side