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| Weyall |
The ground--like a hungry lover, She came to visit my lips. Ah, and I did fall. Ah, and I do swell. I pushed away, afraid of her tender, And she smote as such scorned should. Ah, and I did fall. Ah, and for a week's passing do I still swell. Foot fall found feeling firey Pain pain pain pain pain pain Sprain sprain sprain sprain |
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