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We are grown and gathered and bound
And the binding is well;
We are fixed at the hip and the hand
And the head and the heel;
We are planted beneath the land,
Forever to wheel
As the earth and the sun are wound
On a golden reel,
As the ripening grasses stand,
And pale and fall.We're getting married. Tonight. In Italy, at the villa where I grew up. ( Read more... )
And the binding is well;
We are fixed at the hip and the hand
And the head and the heel;
We are planted beneath the land,
Forever to wheel
As the earth and the sun are wound
On a golden reel,
As the ripening grasses stand,
And pale and fall.We're getting married. Tonight. In Italy, at the villa where I grew up. ( Read more... )
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this is it. i've got faith in you both. <333
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