Present from Lieven 6.


 
When wintry winds are no more heard,
And joy’s in every bosom,
When summer sings in every bird,
And shines in every blossom,
When happy twilight hours are long,
…Come home, my dear friend, and think no wrong!But if, and only if,
thou room is there below,
….

and fill in the rest yourself…

Published by raburcke

I am a comedy writer, oil painter and the founder of this site. Do join me and we will make it a place that everyone will be happy to visit.

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