In The Meadow (Ella Fraser Weller Poems)
I heard the grasses talking, talking, Down in the meadow, one summer day, The prettiest things I heard them ...
I heard the grasses talking, talking, Down in the meadow, one summer day, The prettiest things I heard them ...
What is the use of trying? I never can learn to fly, See how the lark goes floating ...
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