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Mar 26
I was restless this evening past,
tossed and turned until shadows cast,

disheveled hair, and eyes mad,
I procured a parchment and quill to acquit my mental fast

.

I was restless this evening past,
tossed and turned until shadows cast,

disheveled hair, and eyes mad,
I procured a parchment and quill to acquit my mental fast

.

I was restless this evening past,
tossed and turned until shadows cast,

disheveled hair, and eyes mad,
I procured a parchment and quill to acquit my mental fast
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Wutherings Bronte
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