His voice decrepit was with Joy —
Her words did totter so
How old the News of Love must be
To make Lips elderly
That purled a moment since with Glee —
Is it Delight or Woe —
Or Terror — that do decorate
This livid interview —
His voice decrepit was with Joy —
Her words did totter so
How old the News of Love must be
To make Lips elderly
That purled a moment since with Glee —
Is it Delight or Woe —
Or Terror — that do decorate
This livid interview —
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