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The acute sun was setting, And the air was still and soft. Here I would contemplate the day And enjoy the calmness oft. Over the rolling dotted hills And through the wavering trees, Would I stare silently, lifted in my toft. Admiring the daydreams of golden fields High amongst heaven's loft.
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
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The acute sun was setting, And the air was still and soft. Here I would contemplate the day And enjoy the calmness oft. Over the rolling dotted hills And through the wavering trees, Would I stare silently, lifted in my toft. Admiring the daydreams of golden fields High amongst heaven's loft.
Aranyani
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
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