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Morocco
18 Visits
I speak: French
Last login: Saturday, 19 July 2008 at 5:13 PM | Been here since: Thursday, 13 December 2007 at 1:47 PM
la musique
-la dance
-la mer
-l'amittié
-tout se qui est beau
la hénne
-la trahison
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been - a most familiar bird -
Taught me my alphabet to say -
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child - with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years,
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky,
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings -
That litle time with lyre and rhyme
To while away - forbidden thing!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings
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