The storm passed, and a branch of white roses ...
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The storm passed, and a branch of white roses
In the window to me breathes aroma ...
Still the grass is full of transparent tears,
And the thunder rumbles away in the distance.
The storm passed, and a branch of white roses ...
Print this
The storm passed, and a branch of white roses
In the window to me breathes aroma ...
Still the grass is full of transparent tears,
And the thunder rumbles away in the distance.