A shooting star, shalln't fall very far
Dim fireflies, held in glass jars
April showers, brings May flowers
Dazzling dust, tossed in wind gusts
The trap door is open
The window, half closed
The tapestry curtain vivaciously blows
Go on...comdemn yourselves. See if I give a royal goddamn. ♥
London Bridge did fall down
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