Drifting in the lonely compound of regrets from egde to the other, in snivel, who is going to call me that sobriquet
Who! who! Will i solicit, questions i ask but the thick sombre speaks the language of the dark
I gad aye that piercing smile, that smile which brightens my soul like the sun brightens the world
I know i begeted this, oh all i see are melign smiles
I've lost your ravishing smile!
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