Azare
mope
What a friend, what a man
what atrocity to human relation
O memories keep floating away from me
He mooted a point to mind
And placed vile rage, that ragely
bites at the heart
What bad names, what mad-damn-man
I will spit at his coat!
what atrocity to human relation
O memories keep floating away from me
He mooted a point to mind
And placed vile rage, that ragely
bites at the heart
What bad names, what mad-damn-man
I will spit at his coat!
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