Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.
Robert FrostThe nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.
Robert FrostLovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.
Robert FrostThe nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.
Robert Frost