MY BEAUTY LEFT AT A YOUNG.

MY BEAUTY LEFT AT A YOUNG.

Thy power was my guest.A joyful pleasure at sight.We played the piper.Running from street to street.My mantle; I didn't regard.We were like four and five.The undivided one.Our value, we buried together.The vessel of my only

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