I’ll send the feather from my Hat!
Who knows — but at the sight of that
My Sovereign will relent?
As trinket — worn by faded Child —
Confronting eyes long — comforted —
Blisters the Adamant!
I’ll send the feather from my Hat!
Who knows — but at the sight of that
My Sovereign will relent?
As trinket — worn by faded Child —
Confronting eyes long — comforted —
Blisters the Adamant!
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