Airs, Hereabouts
An emptiness, now do they
Sky-hearted convey.
Or blow cold, with high-pitched moans
When that for our ran-through tones
As rapt shimmered. Fey!
Dawn-breathed, hearts first warmed up in
A shook house, within
To hear: "refresh, in the free.
Where to spin as tops, friendly
I'll, too, be laughing!"
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