NOW that a crimson rambler begins to crawl over the house of our two lives- Now that a red curve winds across the shingles- Now that hands washed in early sunrises climb and spill scarlet on a white lattice weave- Now that a loop of blood is written on our roof and reaching around a chimney- How are the two lives of this house to keep strong hands and strong hearts?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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