quinta-feira, agosto 21, 2008
sábado, agosto 16, 2008
...
He grew up, became rich and famous but he never married.
Sometimes, on a summer night, he would stand by his window, and see the pale roses glimmering in the moonlight. Then he would say,
'A pretty girl once loved me.'
Sometimes, on a summer night, he would stand by his window, and see the pale roses glimmering in the moonlight. Then he would say,
'A pretty girl once loved me.'
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