dark snow

the old infant day sweep My bed close to thee's I weep Am a as low as the cloud Neither I jump or sit in sands Sure since several sins sound Dewing down Darling I know All them are your sin Peace You whom my tears no a longer sleep Non tears dryly O' passion puller That day Adam leave to there By love unrequited and dead He went with his all Why maintain her bed For the owl men
dark snow

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