Please, let me, let me, –
but do I know, what I’m going to say?
No.
What I’m asking for?
Nay.
Not for a mute metaphor?
No.
Not for the last summer’s snow?
No.
Not for the yesterday?
No.
Not for the ‘yes’?
Aye.
Anyway, did I know before?
Nay.
Please, let me know.
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BUT I ALSO READ TENNYSON, - TOLD CECILIA IN PRAISE OF LESSER GODS
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- IN PRAISE OF LESSER GODS
- IN PRAISE OF LESSER GODS II
- IN PRAISE OF LESSER GODS III
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- IN PRAISE OF LESSER GODS V
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- IN PRAISE OF LESSER GODS VIII
- IN PRAISE OF LESSER GODS IX
- IN PRAISE OF LESSER GODS X
- IN PRAISE OF LESSER GODS XI
- Told Cecilia
- Told Cecilia II
- Told Cecilia III
- Told Cecilia IV
- Told Cecilia V
- Told Cecilia VI
- Told Cecilia VII
- Told Cecilia VIII
- Told Cecilia IX
- Told Cecilia X
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- Told Cecilia XII
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- Told Cecilia XIV
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- Told Cecilia XX
- Told Cecilia XXI
- Told Cecilia XXII
- I'm not Christina Rossetti
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