Lemoine
In the unquiet night,With all her beauty bright, She walketh my silent chamber to and fro;Not twice of the same mind,Sometimes unkind--unkind, And again...
In the unquiet night,With all her beauty bright, She walketh my silent chamber to and fro;Not twice of the same mind,Sometimes unkind--unkind, And again...
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