Lambs that learn to walk in snow When their bleating clouds the air Meet a vast unwelcome, know Nothing but a sunless glare. Newly stumbling to and fro All they find, outside the fold, Is a wretched width of cold. As they wait beside the ewe, Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies Hidden round them, waiting too, Earth`s immeasureable surprise. They could not grasp it if they knew, What so soon will wake and grow Utterly unlike the snow.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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