kundi a dohányzóasztalon hever
Whose house is this?
Whose night keeps out the light
In here?
Say, who owns this house?
It’s not mine.
I dreamed another, sweeter, brighter,
With a view of lakes crossed in painted boats;
Of fields wide as arms open for me.
This house is strange.
Its shadows lie.
Say, tell me, why does its lock fit my key?
Whose night keeps out the light
In here?
Say, who owns this house?
It’s not mine.
I dreamed another, sweeter, brighter,
With a view of lakes crossed in painted boats;
Of fields wide as arms open for me.
This house is strange.
Its shadows lie.
Say, tell me, why does its lock fit my key?
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annyira extázisban,hogy az amerikaiszerelmetesférjemnek új könyve jelent meg..nem bírtam ki,hogy megérkezzen a pépörbek lapozható formátum,neki kell esnem az elektronyosnak—-> a-z-o-n-n-a-l !
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