sir, I must really give you some instructions on this point;
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
For he would be thinking of love
And the shadows eaten the moon.
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