\" It was a lie: Lucy ate one forced meal a day, supper. Wood. Now the sense of beauty was spreading to a multitude of hitherto unsuspected aspects of the world about her. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. I wanted the magic of love. The one problem was that it didn’t fly. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes.
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