As the wind whistles my frail heart sings thy name, O’ my love, In vain I cling to the cherished photo frame, O’my love. The wafting petrichor reminds me…
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O’er the misty mountains and vales verdant, Our mirthful sheep make merry with glee, They graze, hop and run hither-thither, Whilst we both watch them standing yards apart, Don’t seem…
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Soft whispers, Silent silhouettes, Sublime sky sequined with stars, Wand’ring waves from the sonorous sea, Swaying cattails ‘midst the dunes, Ah! Memories moor Once again… Moonlit melodies Resound with fond…