Who dyes the vtmoſt dolor doth abye, / But who that liues, is lefte to waile his loſſe: / So life is loſſe, and death felicity.
the delicate shadings of colour in the painted sunset
I'm gonna stop wastin' my time / Somebody else would have broken both of her arms
An hour in the tub will cause your fingers to wrinkle.
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