one frigate on the heaving sea, and it will be here again--the pies for dinner, the hats for warm nights, the shining deliberation of her endless inquisition, and the boots she ordered, fine and fancy, to make it up the hill, the icy hill of childhood
one frigate on the heaving sea, and it will be here again--the pies for dinner, the hats for warm nights, the shining deliberation of her endless inquisition, and the boots she ordered, fine and fancy, to make it up the hill, the icy hill of childhood
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