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mme_n_bMirrored from Madam Nakamura-Branchevska.
In Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns
To gyre and gimble in the widening gyre.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The manxome foe lets lose the dogs of war.
mme_n_bmme_n_bmme_n_bMirrored from Madam Nakamura-Branchevska.
In Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns
To gyre and gimble in the widening gyre.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The manxome foe lets lose the dogs of war.
