Little sister, thou art pale!
Ah, I have a wandering brain-
But I lose that fever-bale,
And my thoughts grow calm again.
Lean down closer-closer still!
I have words thine ear to fill,
And would kiss thee at my will.
Between the Lines.
Literature
The 2010 CIA World Factbook
The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
The Motor Girls
The Moorland Cottage
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