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Modele de portable: Nokia C2, cherry mobile
Ecoles: SCAS
Je deteste: Lier
Musique Favorite: See you again by wiz khali, One last time by Ariana Grande, Love me like you do by Ellie Thinking out loud by Edsheeran
Film Favoris: titanic, A walk to remember, Divergent, Insurgent, hachiko, wrong turn, Step up etc
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Love is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green
