So cosy is barth my hearth beneath, Thrown some multi- die and noon sat, So rosy is laugh my wrath…
Paralysis
Born in the arms of nothing, Foots a way that yond dismay, I'm a kissing feeling known, But no, not…
And She
And She was, And She fought, And She walked, And She slept, And She dreamt, And She woke, And She…
Her Meaning
But I say not, but then I mean so, Words I could never dare describe, Mine heart with sorrow gone…
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