^v^iolette My Regret

^V^iolette my Regret Iff eye could die this very hour, and they lay away the clay. My soul and all the rest of this my fibre, would just waste away. Nothing would eye miss NO fancy liquours or cigars. NO dancing girls or all the sorrows of the trials of poor temptations. I have only an expectant future. A Future expose~.An expectation of amore~. She has a flower nomenclature. The namme is ^V^iolette. The only thing in this whole lifetime eye would regret. The regret is of course in the missing of the knowing of Mye ^V^iolette.