This bath – it is clumsy and it is a grave.
She made void this maiden voyage.
Her moon has foundered in nighted seas,
Scraping sand from our thick knees.
Silly lines,
But winning smiles. [Give.]
This bath – it is clumsy and it is a grave.
She made void this maiden voyage.
Her moon has foundered in nighted seas,
Scraping sand from our thick knees.
Silly lines,
But winning smiles. [Give.]