agnesdeer: you are the oh in la la
agnesdeer: everything
agnesdeer: fever
agnesdeer: me arde
agnesdeer: just to look like a writer
agnesdeer: you rhapsodize about beauty
agnesdeer: arts and beauty, those she does care for
agnesdeer: enredadas en sus hilos de hermosura
agnesdeer: beauty crowds me till i die
agnesdeer: she looked beautiful in them…
agnesdeer: the world is full of beautiful young girls
agnesdeer: because she walked in beauty
agnesdeer: …the sort of beautiful look that demands some sort of acknowledgement…