If you're not livin' on the edge, then you're taking up too much space...
Live.Laugh.Love.
You'll never fall in love, If you don't fall at all . . .
:篓路.路篓:
`路.Michael Tom
Cradle Song - William Blake (1757-1827)
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night,
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face,
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel,
Smiles as of the morning steal,
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast,
Where thy little heart doth rest.
O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy lit
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