Faustine

[Alan Sondheim]

Faustine


Of locks, Faustine.
Each side, Faustine.
Each week, Faustine.
To drink, Faustine,
For you, Faustine.

And keep Faustine.'
Long since, Faustine.
Far down, Faustine,
That won Faustine.

We see, Faustine.
In hell, Faustine.

We know, Faustine.
For you, Faustine.

Our sins, Faustine?
Twice crown Faustine.
The same Faustine.
Revived Faustine.

To soothe Faustine.
That galled Faustine.
All round Faustine.
That slew Faustine.

Are you, Faustine?
Forget, Faustine?
Your doom, Faustine.
The first Faustine.

>From his, Faustine.
Your face, Faustine.
A new Faustine.

In heaven, Faustine.
By night, Faustine.
The soul, Faustine.
That hid Faustine?

Of love, Faustine?
Caressed Faustine?
To spoil Faustine.
No more, Faustine.

Your lord, Faustine.
It seems, Faustine);
Your throat, Faustine,
Their shame, Faustine,
Or what, Faustine?

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