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The Wind that shakes the Barley
The Wind That Shakes The Barley I sat within a valley green I sat there with my true love My sad heart strove to choose between The old love and the new love The old for her, the new that…
A Readmill of my mind
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
A Readmill of my mind
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
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