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A Serenade At The Villa

That was I, you heard last night,
When there rose no moon at all,
Nor, to pierce the strained and tight
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  • * Sunprincess * (11/12/2013 2:48:00 PM)

    wow stanza five was sad and unexpected..nicely written :)

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