In the old elderflower’s shade, a young traveler was sitting, always chanting a foolish song of love and longing. With his tender voice, he created a thrilling and shivering melody, like a wisp of hurt in unseen silver, spinning high in the sky.
In the old elderflower’s shade, a young traveler was sitting, always chanting a foolish song of love and longing. With his tender voice, he created a thrilling and shivering melody, like a wisp of hurt in unseen silver, spinning high in the sky.
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