borrador del 21/09/08
"'Or was he an eried being,
'Or was he weening - alack nay mo;
Her naysay' raught his heart,
Her daffing was the grave of all hope -
She belied her own words,
He thought her life, save moreo'er scourge,
She held him august, yet wee;
He left her ne'er without his heart."
Theatre of Tragedy - Cassandra
Whilst thou hearth stopped, all around me halteth as well.
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