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The leaves of the trees, Cast their shadows And far, far above the meadows A cold, bloodless moon shines. Is it here, Under this winter...

The night glows bright, Stark against the light. Under the trees of the old, I wonder Whether the light of dawn will burn through the...

I heard a story once From two men talking over a fence, They never knew me nor I them Yet the story they told was one that I kept. The...