What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY, "What Lips My Lips Have Kissed"
Por tener a la universidad como lo único verdaderamente importante en mi vida
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