Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. I do not know if I will have to escape quickly once more.
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