February (Ralph Hodgson Poems)
A few tossed thrushes saveThat carolled less than criedAgainst the dying raveAnd moan that never died,No bird sang then; no ...
A few tossed thrushes saveThat carolled less than criedAgainst the dying raveAnd moan that never died,No bird sang then; no ...
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