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Post by wren on Jan 16, 2007 22:01:24 GMT -5
Now all my singing Dreams are gone, But none knows where they have fled Nor by what trails they have left me. Return, O Dreams of my heart, And sing in the Summer twilight, By the creek and the almond thicket And the field that is bordered with lupins! Now is my refuge to seek In the hollow of friendly shoulders, Since the singing is stopped in my pulse And the earth and the sky refuse me; Now must I hold by the eyes of a friend When the high white stars are unfriendly. Over-sweet is the refuge for trusting; Return and sing, O my Dreams, In the dewy and palpitant pastures, Till the love of living awakes And the strength of the hills to uphold me.
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Post by onaumekavip on Aug 13, 2019 5:09:11 GMT -5
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Post by oqejunukodosu on Aug 13, 2019 7:04:44 GMT -5
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