Though tormented in heat, Bearing wound upon wound, Is ill got whence a march esteem, Who held no hope in…
Skating on the Moon
Somehow in one way or another they landed, Was but no question to ask lest they banded, A soothing sound…
Though tormented in heat, Bearing wound upon wound, Is ill got whence a march esteem, Who held no hope in…
Somehow in one way or another they landed, Was but no question to ask lest they banded, A soothing sound…
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