Quote #3

Already the dandelions Are changed into vanishing ghosts.

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  1. Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget That sunrise never failed us yet.
  2. Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I;
  3. The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm; At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped; With lulling murmur, and the air was warm, …

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