As now affections tribute - tear. Tells o'er thy holy hallowed day. god and blest angels only know How thy sad fate affected me. God and blest angels see the woe. That still my bosom rinds from me. Three numbers and one-third a tree. United truly will explain. What I no more can cease to be - (lonely) Till love the spheres we meet again.
Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha. Stair |
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