"I never see that prettiest thing-A cherry bough gone white with Spring-But what I think, "How gay 'twould beTo hang me from a flowering tree.
If wild my breast and sore my pride,I bask in dreams of suicide,If cool my heart and high my headI think 'How lucky are the dead.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
If wild my breast and sore my pride,I bask in dreams of suicide,If cool my heart and high my headI t...
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