Monday, April 11, 2022

Lights Of The Village. Comments

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As I walked through forests the night draws in, the western stars shine, across the fields of barley I feel the scotch mist on my face. Climbing over the hills, the wind enwraps me. From here I see the slumbering village, lights twinkle a lassie waits for me, here is paradise, here is love.
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