Title: Valgfritt

Text: There's an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams. Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams. Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey. And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday... Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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