Those sweet-talks
Of love’s labor lit
In the moonlight
Upon the waters
Creep by her
Standing by the river
Like a sibyl cast
Out by the gods
For her want of
Love they took
Away from her.
By
Those sweet-talks
Of love’s labor lit
In the moonlight
Upon the waters
Creep by her
Standing by the river
Like a sibyl cast
Out by the gods
For her want of
Love they took
Away from her.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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