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BOOK 2: THE CRUEL PRINCE
Empty your heart of its moral dream
the winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound
Our breats are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam
Our...
the winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound
Our breats are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam
Our...
