T'is serenity most unnatural, because it is felt by me. A beautiful smile indeed.
T'is only me and me only, for i am different from he. For i am i, thus no one will help me for a fifth of a flower and a seventh of a person, both beautiful nevertheless. The favour (or lack thereof) is returned. But who is to care?
Come pray with me...
In the Garden of Sinners...
Come repent with me...
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