Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy!
WB
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy!
WB
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5/03/2009
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O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm...
Tynni, Aale
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