Poetic-Verses
THE WOMAN SITTING ON TREES
How was my law tofore to this be thine
As much as thou canst, thou hast thus defiled
You sat so sillily on such a height
And framed thy thought to be but what you're not
The winds thus chase the ample of the fight
Your height is so lovely thou hadst but lost
Your friends on clouds all have too but droped down
And those from sky like fruits from shaked plants
As much as thou canst, thou hast thus defiled
You sat so sillily on such a height
And framed thy thought to be but what you're not
The winds thus chase the ample of the fight
Your height is so lovely thou hadst but lost
Your friends on clouds all have too but droped down
And those from sky like fruits from shaked plants
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THE WOMAN SITTING ON TREES
THE WOMAN SITTING ON TREES
