Lay away the story,-- Though the theme is sweet, There`s a lack of something yet, Leaves it incomplete:-- There`s a nameless yearning-- Strangely undefined-- For a story sweeter still Than the written kind. Therefore read no longer-- I`ve no heart to hear But just something you make up, O my mother dear.-- With your arms around me, Hold me, folded-eyed,-- Only let your voice go on-- I`ll be satisfied.SourceThe script ran 0.012 seconds.
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