Monday, November 23, 2009

wordsworth

Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

~
wanted to put some stoppard here from r&g, but accidentally closed window
oh well

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