Nicotina!
A cloudy gloom doth o’er me flow,
Nicotina!
When blossoms fall as white as snow,
I think of her of “Francisco,”
Nicotina!
I wriggle in my bitter woe,
Nicotina!
When the dark to light was growing,
Nicotina!
Nicotina!
A cloudy gloom doth o’er me flow,
Nicotina!
When blossoms fall as white as snow,
I think of her of “Francisco,”
Nicotina!
I wriggle in my bitter woe,
Nicotina!
When the dark to light was growing,
Nicotina!