A Heaven On Earth I Have Won

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

Why, What's The Matter, That You Have Such A February Face, So Full Of Frost, Of Storm And Cloudiness?

Give Me That Man That Is Not Passion's Slave, And I Will Wear Him In My Heart's Core, In My Heart Of Heart, As I Do Thee.

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