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[Apr. 26th, 2007|10:16 pm] |
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Trešā mēneša pirmā diena. Izcila. |
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[Apr. 26th, 2007|11:26 pm] |
Thus I take my leave of you, a tearful lullaby dost ring.
A dream of you is all I crave, in this night no other thing
For thou hast bless't me with the day
And all my thoughts do no more stray
I have one goal, one dearest aim
One love, one life, one rightful claim |
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