19 Oktober 2011

October 19

"Come, gentle night.
Come loving, black-browed night.
Give me my Romeo.
And when he shall die,
Take him, and cut him out
in little stars,
And he will make the face
of heaven so fine
That all the world
will be in love
with night
And pay no worship
to the garish sun."

You touched many people´s lives, Nick, and we will never forget you.

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