Dead In Valvins Red autumn in Valvins around thy bed was watchful flame or yet thy spirit induced might vanish away in magic gold diffused and kingdom o`er the dreaming forest shed. What god now claims thee priest, O chosen head, most humble here that wast, for that thou knew`st thro` what waste nights thy lucid gaze was used to spell our glory in blazon`d ether spread? Silence alone, that o`er the lonely song impends, old night, or, known to thee and near, long autumn afternoon o`er stirless leaves suspended fulgent haze, the smouldering throng staying its rapt assumption-pyre to hear what strain the faun`s enamour`d leisure weaves.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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