Yours?
If I should lay
My soul right bare,
You would shrink away,
And shudder and stare,
And cry, “in the whole
Wide world naught cures
Such a putrid soul”—
How about yours?
My soul right bare,
You would shrink away,
And shudder and stare,
And cry, “in the whole
Wide world naught cures
Such a putrid soul”—
How about yours?
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