Without a smile — Without a Throe
A Summer’s soft Assemblies go
To their entrancing end
Unknown — for all the times we met —
Estranged, however intimate —
What a dissembling Friend —
Without a smile — Without a Throe
A Summer’s soft Assemblies go
To their entrancing end
Unknown — for all the times we met —
Estranged, however intimate —
What a dissembling Friend —
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