Experience, An
Oh, if I could but compass it!
If I could go away
And gain, in that strange northern land,
Six months of ceaseless day!
There, starting from these awful dreams
To find it still was light,
Perhaps I might forget, in time,
The horrors of that night!
If I could go away
And gain, in that strange northern land,
Six months of ceaseless day!
There, starting from these awful dreams
To find it still was light,
Perhaps I might forget, in time,
The horrors of that night!
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