For P L
Yesterday I made a promise, That I knew I would break’ On a grandstand, I blew a kiss’ So that my life I’d make’ Shallow tears, O shallow tear! Wicked heart, O you so wicked, I am but a chosen smear - In the least, I become a rich puppet.
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