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The Waste Land
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
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23 Dec, 2024 @ 2:17am 
Acho que laranja, não sei
5 May, 2024 @ 12:01am 
Salve! Faz tempo que não vejo sinal de vida seu. Faz muito tempo, speeh
21 Dec, 2020 @ 3:47pm 
YES BABY
21 Dec, 2020 @ 3:45pm 
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