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The silent poet, full of words till now, leaves the pen. Rain washes his muse away and cripples his ... The silent poet, full of words till now, leaves the pen. Rain washes his muse aw...
Delighted and no more gloomy, I felt as rosy-eyed as the February blooming. Delighted and no more gloomy, I felt as rosy-eyed as the February blooming.
"What happens when too many things go wrong? When nature's not law and love is labour.." "What happens when too many things go wrong? When nature's not law and love is l...