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Hmmm...can't remember what I was even saying. I think I was trying to say "great".
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Hmmm...can't remember what I was even saying. I think I was trying to say "great".
see, that's why I need a tutor.
Philippe2
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Very much yes, but closer to Dutch. It is almost exactly the same as Flemish, just with a different accent. So I can go to the Netherlands and Belgium and still speak my own language and they will be able to understand me. In Germany we will have to speak very slow and have an idea what the subject of conversation is about.
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Go to your "Control Panel", it should be listed at the bottom of that page. You might have to play with these
some.
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davidklewis
Walk. You know you wanna.
Hey Dawn,
John Keats
Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient sleepless eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors;
Noyet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live everor else swoon to death.
John Keats
Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient sleepless eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors;
Noyet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live everor else swoon to death.
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