There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave there are no voices, O Rhodope that are not soon mute, however tuneful there is no name, with whatever emphasis of passionate love repeated, of which the echo is not faint at last.
There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave there are no voices, O Rhodope that are not soon mute, however tuneful there is no name, with whatever emphasis of passionate love repeated, of which the echo is not faint at last.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories