the studio was filled
with the rich odour of roses
and when the light summer wind
stirred amidst the trees of the garden
there came through the open door
the heavy scent of the lilac
or the more delicate perfume
of the pink-flowering thorn
upon my word, Basil
upon my word, Basil
upon my word, Basil
upon
my word
it’s your best work, Basil
it’s your best work, Basil
it’s your best work, Basil
it's your
best work
Oscar Wilde
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