Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasure prove,
That valleys, graves, hills, and fields,
Wood or steepy mountain yields.
Selasa, 21 Februari 2017
Love Poems From Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasure prove,
That valleys, graves, hills, and fields,
Wood or steepy mountain yields.
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