It`s like the light, — A fashionless delight It`s like the bee, — A dateless melody. It`s like the woods, Private like breeze, Phraseless, yet it stirs The proudest trees. It`s like the morning, — Best when it`s done, — The everlasting clocks Chime noon.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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