_O Cupid are your blinders off? Sing!--laddie, sing! Snap the music blithe and free From the bold bowstring! You will be a man, now, You will see why; Every lass shall have her right And no lass shall cry!_ She came to me brimming with love; The cup of a red cactus flower filled with dew, The heart of a woman wonderful with color and strength and passionate sweetness,…
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