From the West there come The sun-lined clouds. Of what use are they? When these many months, The flowers have been ........sleeping In brown, cold graves. --Princesse Dorothy
From the West there come The sun-lined clouds. Of what use are they? When these many months, The flowers have been ........sleeping In brown, cold graves.
--Princesse Dorothy
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