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A. E. Housman – Into my heart an air that kills

Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those…
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those…
To my foreign visitors: english translation below “Ich glaube, das ist heute nicht ihr Tag.”…
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Lyrics A Stor Mo Chroi, when you’re far away From the house that you’ll soon…