228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horizon Laying her spotted Face to die Stooping as low as the Otter`s Window Touching the Roof and tinting the Barn Kissing her Bonnet to the Meadow And the Juggler of Day is goneSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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