'Tis morning brewed and lasting sun, That glows grey amongst fading clouds, Whose soaring fire beat the aching drum, That…
Aubadal stroll
It's a fine morning, the day cool and the wind thin, As walking effected, my face would soon like glass…
'Tis morning brewed and lasting sun, That glows grey amongst fading clouds, Whose soaring fire beat the aching drum, That…
It's a fine morning, the day cool and the wind thin, As walking effected, my face would soon like glass…
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