ESOTERIKOS DAIMONAS: Where NTodd's thoughts come to die.
Say you this:
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,All in the morning bedtime,And I a maid at your window,To be your Valentine.Then up he rose and donn'd his clo'esAnd dupp'd the chamber door,Let in the maid, that out a maidNever departed more.
Ophelia.
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