mainedIn a passionless torporDespairingly chained,With naught to impartThe least light to my heart,Where gloominess only had reigned. But as the calm twilight In summer is brokeBy the robins sweet music,Thy beauty awokeMy soul from its dreamBy a magical beam,And in Hopes soothing melody spoke. The… … Pig. 2. ,i ,it.|\\\ wmmWf if
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