I hear the wind a blowI hear the grass a grow,And all that I know, I know.But I will not speak, I will run away.
I hear the wind a blowI hear the grass a grow,And all that I know, I know.But I will not speak, I will run away.
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.
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