That fire, how slowly it's now been dying
Away, which mirthfully hitherto blazed--
When first love was freshly flaming
In the heart of those newly hitched!
For their peat's become cold with friction,
So their hearth's running out of affection.
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 1:02 AM UTC
That fire, how slowly it's now been dying
Away, which mirthfully hitherto blazed--
When first love was freshly flaming
In the heart of those newly hitched!
For their peat's become cold with friction,
So their hearth's running out of affection.
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