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Quietude
The fleeting comfort of her silence,
rocking his troubles to sleep
All noise has abated, the bats have gone out
-till dawn o'er the belfry to greet
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
rocking his troubles to sleep
All noise has abated, the bats have gone out
-till dawn o'er the belfry to greet
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
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