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Oh? But what wandering eye? You curse me so still? I have given you my dignity, my chastity, my love and my hate. Why must you demand? These shackles you hold around my feet, They are frigid, fickle... Frugal. Surely I am not to blame! Surely, surely! Oh, but wandering eye, You have outlasted all, you have tainted all in your cruel excitement. You are my well-lived enemy Oh, but so fair, oh but so tall, and oh, How you vitiate my love and loves! Oh, how you have bound many before you! What flickering excitement you bring, and what black ruin you warrant.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
In the spirit of Byron Himself
Oh? But what wandering eye? You curse me so still? I have given you my dignity, my chastity, my love and my hate. Why must you demand? These shackles you hold around my feet, They are frigid, fickle... Frugal. Surely I am not to blame! Surely, surely! Oh, but wandering eye, You have outlasted all, you have tainted all in your cruel excitement. You are my well-lived enemy Oh, but so fair, oh but so tall, and oh, How you vitiate my love and loves! Oh, how you have bound many before you! What flickering excitement you bring, and what black ruin you warrant.
Karthage
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
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