The West Wing
Is there no moon?
Is the spring
not the spring of the past?
I alone
am as I was . . . . With the first faint glow of dawn, he went home, still weeping.
Is the spring
not the spring of the past?
I alone
am as I was . . . . With the first faint glow of dawn, he went home, still weeping.
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