Haunting My Dreams
There be two things that haunt my dreams: the flower
Swinging on rocky hilltops all alone,
The minstrelsy of silence at the hour
When the last bird has to her hiding flown.
Swinging on rocky hilltops all alone,
The minstrelsy of silence at the hour
When the last bird has to her hiding flown.
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