Now suffer you dull, nasty thing!
Just walk you through his keep.
I told you not to feel that way.
I told you not so deep.
'But could he ever love a soul? '
Quite sure he gave you answers.
Steered he Lips of wondering:
I warned he should not man hers.
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she's a wreck without him...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem