Jasper Mayne
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Time is a feathered thing. And, whilst I praise The sparkling of thy looks, and call them rays, Takes wing. Leaving behind him as he flics An unperccivcd dimness in thine eyes.
Time is a feathered thing. And, whilst I praise The sparkling of thy looks, and call them rays, Takes wing. Leaving behind him as he flics An unperccivcd dimness in thine eyes.