Between dew and hoar
This is it. The memory of the dewy days. Unfortunately, it comes a time when, instead of the dew of the Summer mornings, we will see the grey hoar of the Autumn. And these days are close. Very close.
This is it. The memory of the dewy days. Unfortunately, it comes a time when, instead of the dew of the Summer mornings, we will see the grey hoar of the Autumn. And these days are close. Very close.
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