Mad Girl's Love Songs
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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28th Sep 2011
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Tindink’s Tea in the Garden..
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