O my poor Kingdom, Sick with civil blows Peopled with WOLVES, Thy old inhabitants...
Poor dear Sylvia, forever 30.... How many women of great talent lost it all? And how often was love, or the terrible side effects of it, their downfall.... sad...
Poor dear Sylvia, forever 30.... How many women of great talent lost it all? And how often was love, or the terrible side effects of it, their downfall.... sad...
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