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sonnet 97 How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen - What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time, The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widowed wombs after their lords' decease. Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute; Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. William Shakespeare

Very, very nice:{D

very!!!!!

porozmawiaj z nią.

podoba się

max... :)

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beautiful

very nice

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nie wiem co Wy w tej focie widzicie

Verry nice!

bardzo dobrze podoba sie

lux

klasa :)

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