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  • siriah

    Que m’importe que tu sois sage ?Sois belle ! et sois triste ! Les pleursAjoutent un charme au visage,Comme le fleuve au paysage ;L’orage rajeunit les fleurs. Extrait de Madrigal triste, Les fleurs du mal.  Charles Baudelaire (photo by Lee Jeffries)

  • Mariam Mohammadi

    Tears shed on the battle field were a silent grieving for the lost. And although she cried, her face remained set like stone, a grim reminder to her enemies that the fallen would not go unavenged. (B5: Rise of the Phoenix) ~Wendy Hamlet

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