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Com in an oarticallo Inn a Onehand, Content

No single day goes by that I do not see or hear you like the murmuring waters of a brook sparkles in the sunlight and the foundling of the wind.

Still and evermore I think of when you spoke to me with the voice of a a town

Without ever having you I'd stay you said- my whole life through inside a house, like a cherry tree which in our orchard stays, content