SURETY AND A NOTION
All these terrible days, and then you're
All these terrible days, and then you're
going to tell me I have to die? I don't
believe this. Like the windward willow
bending to the lake, dreary to droop
but staying in place, I withstand every
urge to flee. And I will do so too. I will
not die. You can mark my words, even
after I'm dead and gone.
believe this. Like the windward willow
bending to the lake, dreary to droop
but staying in place, I withstand every
urge to flee. And I will do so too. I will
not die. You can mark my words, even
after I'm dead and gone.
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