Hoy FATAL
FATAL de MAL
FATAL
Todo.

Por todo ello soy Miss Perkianne Dashwood.



Weep you no more sad fountains;
what need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heaven's sun doth gently waste.

But my sun's heavenly eyes
View not your weeping,
That now lies sleeping
Softly, softly, now softly
Softly lies sleeping.

Sleep is a reconciling,
A rest that peace begets.
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at ev'n be sets?

Rest you then, rest, sad eyes,
Melt not in weeping,
While she lies sleeping
Softly, softly, now softly,
Softly lies sleeping.