
Posted by James on November 9, 2002, 2:03 am tis love that spurned me so,
..My dear brother edwin has returned. I wish i could tell him all. No more funny little rhymes. Tonight I write of love.
tis love that does destroy
tis lovethat I yearn for
tis love that she spurned
tis love that will finish me
tis love that I regret
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