Ribbons of the Year —
Multitude Brocade —
Worn to Nature’s Party once
Then, as flung aside
As a faded Bead
Or a Wrinkled Pearl
Who shall charge the Vanity
Of the Maker’s Girl?
Ribbons of the Year —
Multitude Brocade —
Worn to Nature’s Party once
Then, as flung aside
As a faded Bead
Or a Wrinkled Pearl
Who shall charge the Vanity
Of the Maker’s Girl?
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