The Anemone blame me not if I tear my clothes for your reproach only increases the pain of love the error of my ways has blackened my soul and destiny has sentenced me to a bitter end those who see me admire me but alas! my Creator knows I am but a hypocrite outwardly I am beauty itself but a dreadful calamity has consumed my innermost shame when I step foward for the questioning alas, I will have no answer but disgrace Oh, if you were to unveil my baseness you would see joy reflected on the face of my enemy! Return to index

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