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When forty winters shall beseige thy brow

To sleep?  Perchance to dream!

From: Fiona
Date: 11/08/2004
Time: 11:47:03


To sleep? Perchance to dream! That solice might cradle my mind and soothe my thoughts, that scorch and duel with heaven's guards

From: Nicole Dennington
Date: 07/01/00
Time: 17:57:46


When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,

Your face shall show the lines of troubled times.

The cold dark branches twist about your cheeks

And you shall pray that summer never dies.

Last changed: August 11, 2004