..I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
{I think I made you up inside my head.}
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again
But I grow old and I forget your name.
{I think I made you up inside my head.}
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again
( Sylvia Plath )
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