Why oh why should I depart for your gardens of fay, when you cringe when you hear my tale? When you flush when I digress, when I impress, when I stress. You ask, ‘how shall I wake you from your slumber, shall I name the ways? Open your heart to me, dulcet one. You are [...]
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