There is a warmth in memory
Of which I will not spare thee
Be it then or what follows
The former and its fathers
I think I wouldn’t let her go
How oft we find that witch to hold…
There is a warmth in memory
Of which I will not spare thee
Be it then or what follows
The former and its fathers
I think I wouldn’t let her go
How oft we find that witch to hold…
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