I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket`s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me Of the slim marsh-grasses That the winds at twilight, Dying, scarcely ripple. . And I cannot sleep. I have minded me Of a lily-pond, Where the waters sway All the moonlit leaves And the curled long stems. . And I cannot sleep.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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