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"To......" - By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory-

Odors, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on....

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Aricin_Shadow

Report | 03/27/2009 2:12 am

Aricin_Shadow

and no love for like a year.....
^Caimrie^

Report | 02/05/2008 1:40 pm

^Caimrie^

I love you
Aricin_Shadow

Report | 01/06/2008 3:43 am

Aricin_Shadow

Does no one love me?

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