Though the frost come late,
still, she will fall too soon.
Ah,
but she was beautiful
and there is no changing that.
still, she will fall too soon.
Ah,
but she was beautiful
and there is no changing that.
The gist of things here in my hometown, set within the arcs of things in the wider world, all from my uniquely biased point of view. Feel free to extend the horizons with your comments.
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