A despondent highway is stretched, its eyes set on the far horizon On the cold dirt of its bosom, its grayish beauty spread As if some saddened woman in her lonely abode, lost in thought. In contemplation of union with her Beloved every pore sore, limbs limp with exhaustion (Lamenting Caricature)SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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