As winds come whispering lightly from the West, kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene. |
by val |
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~Lord Byron, Childe Harold.
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As winds come whispering lightly from the West, kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene. |
by val |
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~Lord Byron, Childe Harold.
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