O mister darcy, master of silence, my mist-
er in the middle of my middle age
I say darcy and you say nothing
in the midst of your house, your linens,
china and statuettes on the table
of my conceits of my rank
and winsome mouth O darcy all wither
misters ere or ire, o darcy
o my, o mister d
Someone Has to Know – For Marina
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