she was beyond imagining,
she was within desire;
she was the flame that burned his heart,
the prickling of the briar –
she was the sort of daylight girl
of whom he was not fond:
but he had never known her like,
for she was just
beyond
she was beyond imagining,
she was within desire;
she was the flame that burned his heart,
the prickling of the briar –
she was the sort of daylight girl
of whom he was not fond:
but he had never known her like,
for she was just
beyond
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