O wild wild Winifredthough all the autumn leaves are deadthy phantasmagoric semblancewith bright hair uplifted from the headawakens the sap, which asks -- may I have the next dance?
I love it!
Wow, phantasmagoric in a lyric. Impressive!
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O wild wild Winifred
ReplyDeletethough all the autumn leaves are dead
thy phantasmagoric semblance
with bright hair uplifted from the head
awakens the sap, which asks -- may I have the next dance?
I love it!
ReplyDeleteWow, phantasmagoric in a lyric. Impressive!
ReplyDelete