Scenes that Everyone loves, in my experience usually remainBeautiful, whether under summer time’s sunBeheld, or, storm-dark, stricken across with water
Scenes that Everyone loves, in my experience usually remainBeautiful, whether under summer time’s sunBeheld, or, storm-dark, stricken across with water We worry to love thee, pleasing, becauseLoveis the ambassador of loss;White flake of childhood, clinging soTo my soiled raiment, thy shy snowAt tenderest touch will shrink and go.My cardio, by many snares beguiled,is continuing to grow timorous and wild.It would
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