Hands are made to bless even when you don't have the name of the otherwordly beauty before you. The knife, the spoon bless the meal and are said to occasionally siren rain. Let's hope.
Morning doves' nest empty Trying again on a large bough one on the roof sings the other follows They fly off, toward a cloud-- Why should I still feel a sadness when they have resumed their songs?
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Trying again on a large bough
one on the roof sings
the other follows
They fly off, toward a cloud--
Why should I still feel a sadness
when they have resumed their songs?