All clean toned papers, wouldn't yellow
In November.
Tall reams one tapers, a young fellow
I remember.
I remember
A ****** escritoire that i bought
In November,
To burgeon the memoirs that i sought.
That gelid night, old day that thus shone,
I remember.
That sullied sight, no way as once shown,
In November...
In November
I got better, onto the winter,
I remember,
I got better, onto the winter.
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 8:13 PM UTC
All clean toned papers, wouldn't yellow
In November.
Tall reams one tapers, a young fellow
I remember.
I remember
A ****** escritoire that i bought
In November,
To burgeon the memoirs that i sought.
That gelid night, old day that thus shone,
I remember.
That sullied sight, no way as once shown,
In November...
In November
I got better, onto the winter,
I remember,
I got better, onto the winter.
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