Good Ollie

The Lady's ElegyTo the Lady now at rest Her beauty was her sacred crest, And how she died was not for lest; She found her love and did her best; The Lady of Shalott.The Lady's Elegy
“And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round the island there below, The island of Shalott.”
Her life was lived through a mirror She weaved it in a web so clear A curse on her made her fear; She dare not the window near, And look down to Camelot. And then one fateful day Sir Lancelot passed her way She fell in love and thought she may Look do
Ultra Violet
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Whatever you do, don't look stupid doing it.
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LOVE heals
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