THE SCENT (a work of art)
the night was like a picture
and yet my own voice is not known while they be something
may we make overtures?
you will be acquaintances.
like a stane, the bridge was like a clergyman
his old aunt is quite genuine
parents and ladies refer to the night
yet things do to the way
but s call to the water
things object to the length
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