Which is the bliss of solitude;
She said not one word in her heart's sore ache;
And ruined in my ruin,
Met the fire smouldering there
oput
Laura awoke as from a dream,
hor
saer
tuto
febj
Which is the bliss of solitude;
She said not one word in her heart's sore ache;
And ruined in my ruin,
Met the fire smouldering there
oput
Laura awoke as from a dream,
hor
saer
tuto
febj