a month of continuous rain.
Come then with me, my sweet and unique
through the parapets of Groan.
Staying here is so lonely, lonely
in my corner.
I have been in dark alcoves
recalling distant dynasties
in the hollow trunk of a tree
I stayed, and heavenly lofts. Many travelers
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through twisted ladders were surprised to see me from a bow
frozen and ruined.
I've missed, oh you, my only.
Listen! The footprints of Groan!
Staying here is so lonely, lonely
in my corner. CHTMLX
an alone in the solitude of your corner, you should read. I'll lend you a couple of days.
Yes, I'm telling
IT.
Indeed, on Sunday cut a white magnolia flower to take it. It also would cut roses, small and tight orange-red. But it was dark and in the end, or roses and magnolia flower. Next time. Tomorrow, maybe. Until then, you know, be careful out there.
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