All that hair flashing over the Atlantic, Henry`s girl`s gone. She`ll find Paris a sweet place as many times he did. She`s there now, having left yesterday. I held her cousin`s hand, all innocence, on the climb to the tower. Her cousin is if possible more beautiful than she is. All over the world grades are being turned in, and isn`t that a truly gloomy thought. It`s June, God help us, when the sight we fought clears. One day when I take my sock off the skin will come with it and I`ll run blood, horrible on the floor the streaming blood reminds me of my love. Wolves run in & out take wolves, but terrible enough I am dreaming of my love`s hair & all her front teeth are false as were my anti-hopes.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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