Night Sitting The hermit doesn’t sleep at nightIn love with the blue of the vacant moon.The cool of the breezeThat rustles the treesRustles her too.
Night Sitting
The hermit doesn’t sleep at nightIn love with the blue of the vacant moon.The cool of the breezeThat rustles the treesRustles her too.
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