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The sun is but a gentle touch, and the cold is setting in
The sun is but a gentle touch, and the cold is setting in
Darkness crept, as night drew near
Darkness crept, as night drew near
Spring was only just awakening
Spring was only just awakening
... for it was not words that were sought
... for it was not words that were sought
A memory of these woods, of silences
A memory of these woods, of silences