Once he walks, there he bays; Finer than light, none ere days Gesture a moisture to soothe, The only that…
Deceptive beauty
And upon the face from which sprangst never a face; Grafts thyself one anew that in all relishes thus possessed,…
Once he walks, there he bays; Finer than light, none ere days Gesture a moisture to soothe, The only that…
And upon the face from which sprangst never a face; Grafts thyself one anew that in all relishes thus possessed,…
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