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    At eventide the meadow was full of the moon, the wind was blowing across the way, all in the merry month of May. At dusk the balefire sang it's song, to the sky. As dreams and wishes were coming true, I saw a Willow wisp by you. They come forth at night on gossamer wings, cosweb fine, and mesmerize you with a silent song to echo through the night.

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    At eventide the meadow was full of the moon, the wind was blowing across the way, all in the merry month of May. At dusk the balefire sang it's song, to the sky. As dreams and wishes were coming true, I saw a Willow wisp by you. They come forth at night on gossamer wings, cosweb fine, and mesmerize you with a silent song to echo through the night.

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    At Eventide

    Загружено:

    Jack Stackhouse
    At eventide the meadow was full of the moon, the wind was blowing across the way, all in the merry month of May. At dusk the balefire sang it's song, to the sky. As dreams and wishes were coming true, I saw a Willow wisp by you. They come forth at night on gossamer wings, cosweb fine, and mesmerize you with a silent song to echo through the night.

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    At eventide, the meadow was full of the moon, the wind was blowing across the way, all

    in the merry month of May. At dusk the balefire sang its song, to the sky. As dreams and wishes were coming true, I saw a Willow wisp by you. They come forth at night on gossamer wings, cobweb fine, and mesmerize you with a silent song to echo through time

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