Wednesday, August 15, 2012

To The Tune Of Complint Against The Prince Comments

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Over the lake the breeses come, waves expand, hight and far.
Autumn approaches its end, blossoms are scanty and fragrance rare.
Water lustrous, mountains bright -hued show their affection and friendliness to us mortals.
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