SIRENS
"She waved, unhearing Cowley, her veil to one departing, dear one, to wind, love, speeding sail, return.
- Go on, Simon.
- Ah, sure, my dancing days are done, Ben... Well..." (U11.596)
"She waved, unhearing Cowley, her veil to one departing, dear one, to wind, love, speeding sail, return.
- Go on, Simon.
- Ah, sure, my dancing days are done, Ben... Well..." (U11.596)
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