jeudi 12 juillet 2001

143. the garden of love

Jardin de Renoir

I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen : A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And « Thou shalt not » writ over the door ; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore ; And I saw it was lire la suite


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