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Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
Veronica. Nineteen. In Christ.
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
Veronica. Nineteen. In Christ.
