The suns shining here,
the clouds are softly rolling,
to the winds gentle sighing,
as it passes the old oak by.
Oh the winds softly shushing,
as it passes the old oak by.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
The suns shining here,
the clouds are softly rolling,
to the winds gentle sighing,
as it passes the old oak by.
Oh the winds softly shushing,
as it passes the old oak by.
loss and beauty; the wearing of time.
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