A cracked oak lay in wretch at the brow, That hill which sinks under the sun Breathes an air that…
Mighty oak
A brilliant wind at once enraptured me, So freely did it turn round and fared way, Breathes again was I…
A cracked oak lay in wretch at the brow, That hill which sinks under the sun Breathes an air that…
A brilliant wind at once enraptured me, So freely did it turn round and fared way, Breathes again was I…
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