thinking of you, dear,
will ne’er let you wing by here.
yet no chance to talk.
Tag: dream
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little jars all night,
where are you to break my fall?
waking up in fright.
thinking of you, dear,
will ne’er let you wing by here.
yet no chance to talk.
little jars all night,
where are you to break my fall?
waking up in fright.