The sunny hue that tinged her cheek was gone, / A deathy paleness settled in its stead;
It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.
He was under the gun to finish the project quickly.
To be really Jappy...
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