İn the Bedroom




























There are things of which I may not speak; / There are dreams that cannot die;
         There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, / And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye. / And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill: / A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.





























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