Reckoning
Oft, the winds blow;
Twice fell'd to lust.
Last, the ardor of doting lovers is quell'd with contempt.
Once, the pain of the past brings new beginnings.
Oft, the winds blow;
Twice fell'd to lust.
Last, the ardor of doting lovers is quell'd with contempt.
Once, the pain of the past brings new beginnings.
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