Over the hills and the valleys of dreaming Slowly I take my way. Life is the night with its dream-visions teeming, Death is the waking at day. Down thro` the dales and the bowers of loving, Singing, I roam afar. Daytime or night-time, I constantly roving,-- Dearest one, thou art my star.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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