George Elliott Clarke Quotes
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars.
The moon twangs its silver strings;
The river swoons into town;
The wind beds down in the pines,
Covers itself with stars. (George Elliott Clarke)
The river swoons into town;
The wind beds down in the pines,
Covers itself with stars. (George Elliott Clarke)
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