89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be— Grief—Hills—Eternity— Nor this behooveth me. There are that resting, rise. Can I expound the skies? How still the Riddle lies!SourceThe script ran 0.006 seconds.
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