cosmic noon
They have no song, the sedges dry,And still they sing.
It is within my breast they sing,
As I pass by.
Within my breast they touch a string,
They wake a sigh.
There is but sound of sedges dry;
In me they sing.
GEORGE MEREDITH
Song in the Songless
P.S. This channel is a little archive of mine, you'll find some songs and other nice things here, but don't expect them to be perfect :)
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