There's a little yearn and
fancy
To ramble upon those wet meadows
Breathe the mist in air,merged
With the leaves rustling on the trees about the edges
Where street lights stammer to lighten intercept
When from the neighbourhood visits the melody of someone's flute
Someone
Dwelled into the night
For awaken till this hour of it
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 6:28 AM UTC
There's a little yearn and
fancy
To ramble upon those wet meadows
Breathe the mist in air,merged
With the leaves rustling on the trees about the edges
Where street lights stammer to lighten intercept
When from the neighbourhood visits the melody of someone's flute
Someone
Dwelled into the night
For awaken till this hour of it
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