His hope is trecherous only whose love dies With beauty, which is varying every hour; But in chaste hearts uninfluenced by the power Of outward change, there blooms a deathless flower, That breathes on earth the air of paradise.
-M.Buonarroti
KnOwN_StRaNgEr
Jun 10 2008, 05:47 PM
superb sharing brother
*Life*
Jun 11 2008, 12:35 PM
beautiful
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