Games
O golden Silence bid our souls be still and on the foolish fretting of our care lay thy soft touch of healing unaware!
Stars will blossom in the darkness Violets bloom beneath the snow.
Grass grows at last above all graves.
Who soweth good seed shall surely reap The year grows rich as it groweth old And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!
Clique em "Aceitar" para armazenar Cookies que serão usados para melhorar sua experiência, análise de estatísticas de uso e nos ajudar a aperfeiçoar nossos serviços. Saiba mais