“That would be the very wife for me!” he thought; “but she is much too grand; she lives in a palace, while I only have a box, and then there are five and twenty of us to share it. No, that would be no place for her! but I must try to make her acquaintance!” Then he lay down full length behind a snuffbox which stood on the table. From that point he could have a good look at the little lady, who continued to stand on one leg without losing her balance.
The Steadfast Tin Soldier, Hans Christian Andersen; 1907.
The Steadfast Tin Soldier i am?
It would be so sore and selfish to be asking and wanting items back from you,
but i wished i haven't given you so much,
including my Soul.
You complete me,
and you are just Wonderful :D
2006,10.
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