Title: Valgfritt

Text: True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree, a willow dancing on air before covering me. Under cotton and calicoes, over canopy dapple long ago. True that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me, that the sound of the saw must be known by the tree. Must be felled for to fight the cold, I fretted fire but that was long ago. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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