Marching Streets (F Scott Fitzgerald Poems)
Death slays the moon and the long dark deepens,Hastens to the city, to the drear stone-heaps,Films all eyes and whispers ...
Death slays the moon and the long dark deepens,Hastens to the city, to the drear stone-heaps,Films all eyes and whispers ...
COME out . . . . out To this inevitable night of mine Oh you drinker of new wine, Here's ...
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