Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Some men never think of it. You did. You’d come along And say you’d nearly brought me flowers But something had gone wrong. The shop was c...
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