Pseudo-Trifle Cord: 1892.

┊　　┊　　┊　　┊ ┊　　┊　　┊　　 𔓘 ┊　　┊　　 ᭕ ┊　　𔓘 𓄻 ⁛ ‧₊ ℒa belle rose est perçante mais à l'intérieur, sa beauté a l'air intemporelle et géniale, comme un diamant dans le noir. L'amour et la gentillesse suivent toujours son existence. 𖥸.˚ 𝐈s an alliance of eternal beauty, when the wind blows minutiae a madonna who guards the rose gives up all her ugliness so that she is pure like seraphic water. The darkness that holds many wonderful secrets is revealed by the callipygian, the symbols of darkness are always destroyed with the arrows of her love, she is the shape of the fragments of the wings of the goddess. With eyes shining like pearls, she has always devoted herself to well-being. The kingdoms of darkness always present her, she is created from fireflies, always flying through the night sky called Twilight. Dancing on the pale moon and the whole planet adores her for her matchless beauty. She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies: And all that's best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, had half impair'd the nameless grace which waves in every raven tress, or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express. How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent, the smiles that win, the tints that glow. But tell of days in goodness spent, a mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent! 𝐀 Thing of Beauty {Endymion} A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; It will never pass into nothingness; But still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing a flowery band to bind us to the earth, spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth of noble natures, of the gloomy days, of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways made for our searching: Yes, in spite of all, some shape of beauty moves away the pall from our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon for simple sheep; And such are daffodils with the green world they live in; And clear rills that for themselves a cooling covert make 'gainst the hot season; The mid-forest brake, rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms we have imagined for the mighty dead; An endless fountain of immortal drink, pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

┊　　┊　　┊　　┊ ┊　　┊　　┊　　 𔓘 ┊　　┊　　 ᭕ ┊　　𔓘 𓄻 ⁛ ‧₊ ℒa belle rose est perçante mais à l'intérieur, sa beauté a l'air intemporelle et géniale, comme un diamant dans le noir. L'amour et la gentillesse suivent toujours son existence. 𖥸.˚ 𝐈s an alliance of eternal beauty, when the wind blows minutiae a madonna who guards the rose gives up all her ugliness so that she is pure like seraphic water. The darkness that holds many wonderful secrets is revealed by the callipygian, the symbols of darkness are always destroyed with the arrows of her love, she is the shape of the fragments of the wings of the goddess. With eyes shining like pearls, she has always devoted herself to well-being. The kingdoms of darkness always present her, she is created from fireflies, always flying through the night sky called Twilight. Dancing on the pale moon and the whole planet adores her for her matchless beauty. She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies: And all that's best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, had half impair'd the nameless grace which waves in every raven tress, or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express. How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent, the smiles that win, the tints that glow. But tell of days in goodness spent, a mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent! 𝐀 Thing of Beauty {Endymion} A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; It will never pass into nothingness; But still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing a flowery band to bind us to the earth, spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth of noble natures, of the gloomy days, of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways made for our searching: Yes, in spite of all, some shape of beauty moves away the pall from our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon for simple sheep; And such are daffodils with the green world they live in; And clear rills that for themselves a cooling covert make 'gainst the hot season; The mid-forest brake, rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms we have imagined for the mighty dead; An endless fountain of immortal drink, pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

✫⠀𐇵⠀₊⠀⠀ ࣪ ⠀𐇵⠀ . ⠀𖠇   · ⁺ ⠀˒⠀ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ 𝄞 𝕬 woman lost among the writings of a chaotic world. She was trying to be able, with the extract, to recover a little from the normalcy in which she was so happy. Soul shape sketch. I carried it in my pocket, the image of a thousand scenes clearly hidden by the light. My light. Born of brilliance, presenting aurora ecstasy with the beauty of the Goddess, dark and dripping. Looks like the incarnation of Psyche, her gentle speech is like silk. When people look at her, they will see eternal peace, the strains of the song sound sweet when she arrives. Her is a form of perfection, joy is always with her. Her brought happiness and spread fame. In the sonata of heaven, my acatalepsy lies, and with it the deep stigma of my sorrow. ꒰ ͜͡➸ ✽ ⭒₊ Psyche's soul that brought true peace, with a cup of extract and moonlight, she let her emotions flow into her diary, laughing and crying. She danced with shadows, people's gazes always turned to the Goddess's cross, her beautiful face was clever to carve out every written verse, fall flowers and every branch. Incredible flowers, beautiful blooms never wither. The beauty lies in her soul. Her glowing eyes and gummy smile caused her to create a pleasant atmosphere for everyone. Awarded with a myriad of talents. In facial beauty, no girl can match her. It was the radiance of a vast, passionate dream opium that raised a vision more divine than the drifting fantasy of sleeping souls.

✫⠀𐇵⠀₊⠀⠀ ࣪ ⠀𐇵⠀ . ⠀𖠇   · ⁺ ⠀˒⠀ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ 𝄞 𝕬 woman lost among the writings of a chaotic world. She was trying to be able, with the extract, to recover a little from the normalcy in which she was so happy. Soul shape sketch. I carried it in my pocket, the image of a thousand scenes clearly hidden by the light. My light. Born of brilliance, presenting aurora ecstasy with the beauty of the Goddess, dark and dripping. Looks like the incarnation of Psyche, her gentle speech is like silk. When people look at her, they will see eternal peace, the strains of the song sound sweet when she arrives. Her is a form of perfection, joy is always with her. Her brought happiness and spread fame. In the sonata of heaven, my acatalepsy lies, and with it the deep stigma of my sorrow. ꒰ ͜͡➸ ✽ ⭒₊ Psyche's soul that brought true peace, with a cup of extract and moonlight, she let her emotions flow into her diary, laughing and crying. She danced with shadows, people's gazes always turned to the Goddess's cross, her beautiful face was clever to carve out every written verse, fall flowers and every branch. Incredible flowers, beautiful blooms never wither. The beauty lies in her soul. Her glowing eyes and gummy smile caused her to create a pleasant atmosphere for everyone. Awarded with a myriad of talents. In facial beauty, no girl can match her. It was the radiance of a vast, passionate dream opium that raised a vision more divine than the drifting fantasy of sleeping souls.

✫⠀𐇵⠀₊⠀⠀ ࣪ ⠀𐇵⠀ . ⠀𖠇   · ⁺ ⠀˒⠀ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ 𝄞 𝕬 woman lost among the writings of a chaotic world. She was trying to be able, with the extract, to recover a little from the normalcy in which she was so happy. Soul shape sketch. I carried it in my pocket, the image of a thousand scenes clearly hidden by the light. My light. Born of brilliance, presenting aurora ecstasy with the beauty of the Goddess, dark and dripping. Looks like the incarnation of Psyche, her gentle speech is like silk. When people look at her, they will see eternal peace, the strains of the song sound sweet when she arrives. Her is a form of perfection, joy is always with her. Her brought happiness and spread fame. In the sonata of heaven, my acatalepsy lies, and with it the deep stigma of my sorrow. ꒰ ͜͡➸ ✽ ⭒₊ Psyche's soul that brought true peace, with a cup of extract and moonlight, she let her emotions flow into her diary, laughing and crying. She danced with shadows, people's gazes always turned to the Goddess's cross, her beautiful face was clever to carve out every written verse, fall flowers and every branch. Incredible flowers, beautiful blooms never wither. The beauty lies in her soul. Her glowing eyes and gummy smile caused her to create a pleasant atmosphere for everyone. Awarded with a myriad of talents. In facial beauty, no girl can match her. It was the radiance of a vast, passionate dream opium that raised a vision more divine than the drifting fantasy of sleeping souls.