Arthur Henry Adams - The Parade lyrics
Along the lamp-lit streets they glide and go: Here Nature in her brutishness is nude: See, thinly trickling from the age-old wound, The steady stream of squandered womanhood!
Along the lamp-lit streets they glide and go: Here Nature in her brutishness is nude: See, thinly trickling from the age-old wound, The steady stream of squandered womanhood!