Oh! Sweet melancholy, you have me trapped like a bird without feathers. You will not let me fly! Do not let me leave this nest! You have me with tears coming out of my eyes. Yes, my melancholy would have been measured with each of my lagrimas. The ocean would be like a small puddle of water in my yard. 🖊@sharliep
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