Here, have a sleeping Khoshekh.
IT’S TOO CUTE?!
Sing–and singing–remember, your song dies and changes; and is not here to-morrow, any more than the wind blowing ten thousand years ago.
Sing–and singing–remember, your song dies and changes; and is not here to-morrow, any more than the wind blowing ten thousand years ago.
Here, have a sleeping Khoshekh.
IT’S TOO CUTE?!
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