This evening`s light is golden bright, The April’s coolness is so tender, Though you are many years too late, I still do welcome you to enter. Right next to me why don`t you sit And look with happy eyes around. This little notebook has in it The poems written in my childhood. Forgive me that I`ve lived and mourned, And was not grateful for the sun rays… Forgive me please, forgive me for I have mistaken you for others…SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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