"...Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run."
Andrew Marvell
To His Coy Mistress
Il buongiorno secondo Tom Hiddleston. I have no more to say.
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