You have stumbled upon these words of woe, Nor Jupiter, nor Pluto; all silence in tears, Breathed upon the light…
Little birds
Everyday, every hour, through sun and rain, But a duck would sit on eggs so few and small, She can…
With the others
They sung on trees and told The story passing in bold, Here chirps one anew for more, Another flies to…
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