Come stand with me on the cliffs in early morning As the sun rises over the edge of the world, And watch as the sea birds leave their rocky perches High up on the crags, to soar out over the sea, Floating in wide lazy circles on the warming air, Or s...
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White was the face, like graveclothes,the reflection of winter,of his life,in his life,in his facetojust like winterto bloom in springin his heavenhappyfor ever and …