stupidlamb-s:Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I hea

stupidlamb-s:Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I hea
stupidlamb-s:Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I hea
stupidlamb-s:Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I hea
stupidlamb-s:Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I hea
stupidlamb-s:Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I hea
stupidlamb-s:Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I hea
stupidlamb-s:Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I hea
stupidlamb-s:Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I hea
stupidlamb-s:Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I hea
stupidlamb-s:Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I hea

stupidlamb-s:Oh, you are indeed there, my skylark! Come to me. You are not gone: not vanished? I heard one of your kind an hour ago, singing high over the wood: but its song had no music for me, any more than the rising sun had rays. All the melody on earth is concentrated in my Jane’s tongue to my ear (I am glad it is not naturally a silent one): ALL THE SUNSHINE I CAN FEEL IS IN HER PRESENCE. -- source link


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