“I know nothing whatever of his friends or his home. The key is in my trousers. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. Aren’t I asking—asking plainly now?. Wagner had just been in love when he wrote it all.
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