closed in to what all you liked scant not often,
came upon a pale face to sync beaten,
all about that tender place no vile thing
too soon in so soon perishing;
valued in part at large the dream for this,
tender still may distort at pit-pat ease those images,
night of my say and say to rest
that so it may I trust;
the pale face is to wear out love me further,
notice of my dream by a place one way tender
or the other and still in for retort competent,
regard the police are weeping away
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