If she would leave here,
to fill her pail,
to seek her keep,
then I concede.
But I cannot chart
that it pains my heart,
to see her smile
as I see her fly.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
If she would leave here,
to fill her pail,
to seek her keep,
then I concede.
But I cannot chart
that it pains my heart,
to see her smile
as I see her fly.
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