Women of night life amid the lights Where the line of your full, round throats Matches in gleam the glint of your eyes And the ring of your heart-deep laughter: It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow. Women of night life along the shadows, Lean at your throats and skulking the walls, Gaunt as a bitch worn to the bone, Under the paint of your smiling faces: It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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