l don't know what to say

Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury, like a women scorned."

But your eternal summer will never fade, once you’re captured in my eternal verses.

Will our browntanned skin and the wind up the hills keep at bay all our demons within?

En garde, things are just things They don't make you who you are

Ich häng' in den Seilen Mein Körper ist alt, mein Wille verfallen.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to got before I sleep.

She felt the sweat above her lip and noticed, for the first time, a streak of blood along the side of her hand - the cut on her finger that had now stopped bleeding. She put her finger to her lips, and the salty taste brought tears to her eyes.