Will yer soul ov er turn Psyche ? O Psyche you were the night of closing cupid moon lips. Keep your shovel. What? dada aye aye Captain . She hold it lose to breast.
Come along huffies. Mare your brown care by her down cheeks. Rested to the lady's black olive eyes.
was a nice day. transient . a harem of rushing ought.____________________ Their ancient glittering eyes are gay ~