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i've no valentine she's lost in these woods by night i fetched her tooth so fine for old-time's sake why did she forsake me i waited for her under honeysuckled trees i waited for her pedestaled knees but she's wrapped up in ivy vines i've no time for work i've no time for this world not so long as there are ivy vine girls with sepia curls trap door and latch-key diaries to be read by me From Letras Mania