over the ramparts you tossed, the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers, tied to a brick, sweet as a song, the years have been short and the days were long. cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed. when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots, and to
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But over all i must agree that i also find that class interesting.
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Take it easy buddy!
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