No season lives in speech with thee,
For thou, to me, stay’st wakeful still,
Though I do feel thy fall to be
In all I shun, against my will.
Fronds: “Fallen”
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No season lives in speech with thee,
For thou, to me, stay’st wakeful still,
Though I do feel thy fall to be
In all I shun, against my will.
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