A sto mi je šega meni cura poslala refren pjesme nema ga do zore i ono slupao kola ja sustradan zavrsijo sa autom na krovu slupan i to bas i u hitnoj 😂😂
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being frank she lends to those are free. Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse 5 The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Suspect I may (yet not directly tell) For being both to me; both to each friend, I guesse one Angel in anothers hell: The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Suspect I may (yet not directly tell) For being both to me; both to each friend, I guesse one Angel in anothers hell: The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.