La balade aux jardins actuels, 38
I know some lonely houses off the road
I laid me down upon a bank
It was not death,
and wondered Why was cupid a boy ?
Is this only the The lamentation of the old pensioner
but She dealt her pretty words like blades
Whatever, When you are old
There’s a certain slant of light
that reveals one’s truth.
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