Harmon Whitney
OUT of the lights and roar of cities,Drifting down like a spark in Spoon River,Burnt out with the fire of drink, and broken,The paramour of a woman I took...
OUT of the lights and roar of cities,Drifting down like a spark in Spoon River,Burnt out with the fire of drink, and broken,The paramour of a woman I took...
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