Along the hard crust of deep snows, To the secret, white house of yours, So gentle and quiet – we both Are walking, in silence half-lost. And sweeter than all songs, sung ever, Are this dream, becoming the truth, Entwined twigs’ a-nodding with favor, The light ring of your silver spurs...SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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