In which do I owe the pleasure, Cleverly foreboding endeavor. As you were crowned with success Ill remain in contempt forever.Confessed innate you play this game A-late. Although coincidence I expect No less, Pleasure and pain has no indifference. Faceless she said these places wouldn't suit her, Neither would her suitor. Just like you Won't, I Don't or on the contrary "will" depending if you would.Ordinary thrills repenting On window sills like sorrow, Head in her own hands scared from clar-o. Retired In-vigor a memory burning fire no longer a fine figure. Alas I'll pass entirely on to another asunder
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