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. He walked through a wood, Answering the trees, Like some golden roustabout, A Sophocles among nightshades, Willows and the moving waters, Wilderness wandered with he, Wild in the sun as a freckled Red headed lassie. White butterflies waved their flags, Surrendering to the murmurings Bespoke in the sorrels and sores, Waves of mumble wept into the winds, Sands underfoot hushed by with him, Birds above dreamed of no landings, He could hear each word in their songs Warbling in the briars and time poured Its draught, fresh and dear as the first Unearthly sunrise.
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Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
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. He walked through a wood, Answering the trees, Like some golden roustabout, A Sophocles among nightshades, Willows and the moving waters, Wilderness wandered with he, Wild in the sun as a freckled Red headed lassie. White butterflies waved their flags, Surrendering to the murmurings Bespoke in the sorrels and sores, Waves of mumble wept into the winds, Sands underfoot hushed by with him, Birds above dreamed of no landings, He could hear each word in their songs Warbling in the briars and time poured Its draught, fresh and dear as the first Unearthly sunrise.
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Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
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