Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face 110 wide and square.
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