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I:
Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

II:
It is only a burden of putrefaction that plots the earth with melancholy and sadness, and, small lapses of joy feed an illusion of one day can be happy in this miserable journey called to live.
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Murbeo
Brazil

Nível 67

SpeedRunner
100 XP
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...


I:
Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

II:
It is only a burden of putrefaction that plots the earth with melancholy and sadness, and, small lapses of joy feed an illusion of one day can be happy in this miserable journey called to live.
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Murbeo
Brazil

Nível 67

SpeedRunner
100 XP
Enviar mensagem





...


I:
Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

II:
It is only a burden of putrefaction that plots the earth with melancholy and sadness, and, small lapses of joy feed an illusion of one day can be happy in this miserable journey called to live.
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