walked abroad in a shower of all my days.
from this high hill in a year's turning. - Dylan Thomas
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| To the rain wringing wind blow cold in the woods far away under me. | ||
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may the heart's truth still be sung from this high hill in a year's turning. - Dylan Thomas |
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