by word she spoke to me Neath a mess of bygone linen She listens as to dry a thousand tongues My love is thin and thinning Some cherished flower Flutters
by word she spoke to me neath a mess of bygone linnen she listens as to dry a thousand tongues my love is thin and thinning some cherised flower flutters
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