//Crush On Stranger Women// //Read In Caption// Tis heart wouldst get much bore when I behold My deepest heart crave of thee, on morrow fine The sunne was gleaming with immature rays The shiny silver globe gone on bed to rest My turmoil mind were out of bed all darky veil Steps craving out for walk on zephyr dawnless day Stop waving messy flail of heavy mountain thoughts
