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One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which raves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. ByronFor what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time,and then vanisheth away. James 4:14Beauty is transitory. - CDR SpockThis site is dedicated to to the flower of youth. |
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