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Where oxlips and nodding violet grows,
Quiet over-canopied with lush woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and eglantine.
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night
Lulled in the flowers
With dances and delight
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for my visitors!:) facing one another, and by then it will be too late. It is both our ways to find
our own road, to lead or to follow.
In the beggining we look for a center point,
In our own innocence, we think of ourselves as
that center.
So take your own road for now, ~~~BY: Jenny Collantes~~~ |