©
agnesdeer: alexander was called up into the room
©
agnesdeer: your fonder heart
©
agnesdeer: ando loca buscando una isla en el mar donde olvidarme del bien de tu mal, de tu cara bonita y ponerme a pensar
©
agnesdeer: what need is there to tell what he looked like?
©
agnesdeer: porque soy, por lo menos, guapo
©
agnesdeer: he is present to your imagination
©
agnesdeer: handsome and faceless
©
agnesdeer: the luxury ‘t would be to look at thee a single time
©
agnesdeer: hath all those requisites in him that folly and green minds look after
©
agnesdeer: those ones next to us are such lovely lads
©
agnesdeer: he was always a good-looking boy
©
agnesdeer: i looked at my beautiful boys
©
agnesdeer: but boys like that want the tall blondes, don’t they?
©
agnesdeer: even marcus could see that
©
agnesdeer: my beautiful woman
©
agnesdeer: son mis amigos por encima de todas las cosas
©
agnesdeer: my holiday shall be that they remember me
©
agnesdeer: "oh, i know, i know, esther"
©
agnesdeer: out of pawn
©
agnesdeer: “all right, esther”
©
agnesdeer: ain’t it wonderful, jim, how much people can mean to each other?