#3058182 · 12 May 2006, 21:40 · · პროფილი · პირადი მიმოწერა · ჩატი
აბა ამას ვინც გამოიცნობს ჩემს პირად respect-ს მიიღებს.
O my Love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Love's like the melodey
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonny lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love rhee, still, my dear,
till all rthe seas gang dry:
Till all seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
while the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Love!
And fare thee a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Though in were ten thousand mile.
This post has been edited by JORJ MORISSONI on 12 May 2006, 21:41
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