'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. |
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# ¿ Jun 18, 2014 02:35 |
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# ¿ Mar 19, 2024 03:45 |
thats me when i grow up |
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# ¿ Jun 21, 2014 02:18 |
thats a fuji apple febreeze
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# ¿ Jun 21, 2014 02:19 |
nice shoulderspan haha what is that 17" ahhaaha *vuvuzela sounds* |
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# ¿ Jun 21, 2014 14:23 |
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# ¿ Jun 22, 2014 03:13 |
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# ¿ Mar 19, 2024 03:45 |
Good. im glad he died
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