Родни де Маниак
23:02 04-02-2008 W. B. Yeats - He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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Tammi
23:04 04-02-2008
о, йес, оно
Родни де Маниак
23:05 04-02-2008
Tammi Сам тащусь! ©