Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark -- now glittering -- now reflecting gloom --
Now lending splendour, where from secret springs
The source of human thought its tribute brings
Of waters -- with a sound but half its own... P.B. Shelley
(—Just watch this watch!)
Un día pasó
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