- Veltījums Armandam
- 2.6.07 16:14
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"From the highest spire of contentment,
My fortune is throwne,
And feare, and griefe, and paine
For my deserts, are my hopes since hope is gone.
Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell,
Learn to contemne light,
Happy that in hell
Feele not the worlds despite." - dekodējas: sting - flow my tears (lachrimae)