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Posted on June 4, 2014September 19, 2018 by merindab_chslet

I’m not crying, you’re crying.

TagsA yellow fog swirls past the window-pane, And it is always eighteen ninety-five., As night descends upon this fabled street: A lonely hansom splashes through the rain, Attuned to catch the distant view-halloo: England is England yet, But still the game's afoot for those with ears, for all our fears- Only those things the heart believes are true., Here, Here dwell together still two men of note, i'm done, johnlock, put a fork me, sherlock, That age before the world went all awry., The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet., these two survive, though the world explode, Who never lived and so can never die: How very near they seem, who orders queue under the name of Torchwood?, yet how remote

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