DANCE there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water`s roar? And tumble out your hair That the salt drops have wet; Being young you have not known The fool`s triumph, nor yet Love lost as soon as won, Nor the best labourer dead And all the sheaves to bind. What need have you to dread The monstrous crying of wind!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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