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22 FEBRUARI 2019 “Ik ben echt trots op mijn ronde kont, vind je hem niet te groot?”
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12 maart 2016, 14:54
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Chorus Hymenaeal or Triumphal Chaunt
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want..
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields or waves of mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world would listen then- as i am listening now..
To a Skylark.
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5 februari 2016, 21:24
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Vinterriket_Sehnsuchtsglanz.
__________________
Chorus Hymenaeal or Triumphal Chaunt
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want..
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields or waves of mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world would listen then- as i am listening now..
To a Skylark.
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31 januari 2016, 19:48
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Falkenstein am Ende wird Anfang sein.
Kijk dit zijn de winters van tegenwoordig. Sneeuwklokjes ook overal te zien en de Narcissen in bloei...
 
__________________
Chorus Hymenaeal or Triumphal Chaunt
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want..
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields or waves of mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world would listen then- as i am listening now..
To a Skylark.
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28 januari 2016, 22:02
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October Falls-The Womb Of Primordial Nature.
Foto uit het land van de bokkenrijders
__________________
Chorus Hymenaeal or Triumphal Chaunt
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want..
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields or waves of mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world would listen then- as i am listening now..
To a Skylark.
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28 januari 2016, 12:37
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__________________
Chorus Hymenaeal or Triumphal Chaunt
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want..
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields or waves of mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world would listen then- as i am listening now..
To a Skylark.
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21 januari 2016, 13:03
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Vinterriket_Lichtschleier...
__________________
Chorus Hymenaeal or Triumphal Chaunt
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want..
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields or waves of mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world would listen then- as i am listening now..
To a Skylark.
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14 januari 2016, 13:53
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__________________
Chorus Hymenaeal or Triumphal Chaunt
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want..
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields or waves of mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world would listen then- as i am listening now..
To a Skylark.
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14 januari 2016, 13:47
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Skogen_Vinterriket.
__________________
Chorus Hymenaeal or Triumphal Chaunt
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want..
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields or waves of mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world would listen then- as i am listening now..
To a Skylark.
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13 januari 2016, 20:45
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__________________
Chorus Hymenaeal or Triumphal Chaunt
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want..
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields or waves of mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world would listen then- as i am listening now..
To a Skylark.
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13 januari 2016, 13:07
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Skogen_Eld.
__________________
Chorus Hymenaeal or Triumphal Chaunt
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want..
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields or waves of mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world would listen then- as i am listening now..
To a Skylark.
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