"She was a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee. And evil was the hour when she saw, and loved, and wedded the painter. He, passionate, studious, austere, and having already a bride in his Art; she a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee; all light and smiles, and frolicsome as the young fawn; loving and cherishing all things; hating only the Art which was her rival;"
Edgar Allan Poe
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It's the blaze across my nightgown
it's the phone's ring.
I think last night
you were driving circles around me.
I can't drink this coffee
til I put you in my closet
let him shoot me down
let him call me off
I take it from his whisper
you're not that tough.
sempre gostei desta música.
são os whispers e shivers.
toca no teu carro.(sempre)
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