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Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love, Human On My Faithless Arm.
-W. H. Auden
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Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love, Human
W. H. Auden
Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love, Human On My Faithless Arm.
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