Wrixlian
Wintre es lent weth its shrud,
by daye ond a night miltse,
Thouh rime frost, wintur ys went!
Everywhar
I haf no care ov a thing.
Bi sid the eris blewth Spring
also esie fra no thing than coolde.
Lamps lhyton da ceiling.
Wintre es lent weth its shrud,
by daye ond a night miltse,
Thouh rime frost, wintur ys went!
I haf no care ov a thing.
Bi sid the eris blewth Spring
also esie fra no thing than coolde.
Lamps lhyton da ceiling.
Region |Washington DC
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