Now all the tree is gleaming in the sun
Red and golden light shines out again
My heart is happy as I wield my pen
The metaphoric sun will dry the Fen
Dry your tears
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Now all the tree is gleaming in the sun
Red and golden light shines out again
My heart is happy as I wield my pen
The metaphoric sun will dry the Fen
Comments are closed.
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