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"I'm not much good at hanging back, I'm afraid."

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Nikki. 22 years old, singer through and through, Chicago area born & bred, school in Ohio.

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Just finished: Don't Worry, It Gets Worse by Alida Nugent
Currently reading: Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen

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Sleep’st thou, or wak’st thou, fairest creature?
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
Waters wi’ the tears o’ joy.
Now, to the streaming fountain,
Or up the heathy mountain,
The hart, hind, and roe, freely, wildly-wanton stray;
In twining hazel bowers,
Its lay the linnet pours,
The laverock to the sky
Ascends, wi’ sangs o’ joy,
While the sun and thou arise to bless the day.

Phoebus gilding the brow of morning,
Banishes ilk darksome shade,
Nature, gladdening and adorning;
Such to me my lovely maid.
When frae my Chloris parted,
Sad, cheerless, broken-hearted,
The night’s gloomy shades, cloudy, dark, o’ercast my sky:
But when she charms my sight,
In pride of Beauty’s light-
When thro’ my very heart
Her burning glories dart;
‘Tis then-‘tis then I wake to life and joy!
— “The Lover’s Morning Salute to His Mistress,” Robert Burns.
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