John Vance Cheney Quotes
A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it
A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose. (John Vance Cheney)
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