Jun 28, 2006 01:23
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally.
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(I REALLY HOPE YOU REMEMBER MEEEEEEEE)
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