Standing by her, I wonder I'm sane.
Hold my peace amidst her mane
And still I doubt we're one and the same.
Strange a world that bore thee, Effy.
New the life, living the death you see, Effy.
My darling we'll get there we, dear Effy.
Worry not now, it's but a year or three, sweet Effy.
May you change them as you've me.
Secret and free, ...Effy.
Stay, the way you've deemed be...
...no other suits thee.
this place is (cold) (cruel) nice
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