...and kissed the fairytale-land with pride under the trees of lust the leaves pure shadows on me which shelter me from the darkness which I was I hold
Still drunken of spring's shining meadows and the myriads of flowers, we shut our eyes to the beauty and fell asleep ...and oblivion erased our memories
...and than she became older and left her friend in admiration studded with bitter tears sickening falls the colour taste for taste drowning in the nectar
Zeersetz in blassem litch, das werme gab schlief der mensch im lilienmeer scheinbar ewig wartend, aber werdend betrachtet von den auden derer die ihn
Cras te victurum, cras dices (Postume) semper. Dic mihi, cras istud (Postume) quando venit? Quam longe cras istud, ubi est? Aut unde petendum? Numquid
...and there is no sun not then and never again gloss nativity desirable perfume of light flavourless silence the beauty of the gist ...but what is the