The Young are Restless
It must have been the thick blanket of fog that clung to everything in the jungle, refusing to rise into the clouds and evaporate no matter how hot the sun’s golden rays beat down, that…
It must have been the thick blanket of fog that clung to everything in the jungle, refusing to rise into the clouds and evaporate no matter how hot the sun’s golden rays beat down, that…
O'er the bright hills and southern green He laid warmly in cover'd grassy mows Play'd tune amongst the trees The beasts of woodland crowds came to play Orpheus, his song of high muses Made…
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