Eve of May
Now that summer’s coming nearer, My blood does quicken in its pace And never has life, to me, seemed dearer. Ne’er have I felt my heart race – The way it does for hawthorn blooms…
Now that summer’s coming nearer, My blood does quicken in its pace And never has life, to me, seemed dearer. Ne’er have I felt my heart race – The way it does for hawthorn blooms…
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