The Extasie.
And whil'st our soules negotiate there,
Wee like sepulchral status lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And wee said nothing, all the day.
(#p.w #🖖)
Wee like sepulchral status lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And wee said nothing, all the day.
(#p.w #🖖)
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