Thoughts of the sunlight fainter and dimmer, And parched the grass. Breezes, freh breezes at dawn`s early shimmer, Flit by repass. Look at the willows against a clear heaven, Cloudless and wide. Better, Far better not to be given Thee for thy bride! Thoughts of the daylight dimmer and fainter. Oh, darkness! Gloom! Once again . . . Morning, Tell me if winter is come.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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