The azure sky
is sprinkled with stars
The evening rain is tinted,
Through the trees
The wind sifts;
Brazen pennies
never cease
to be minted.
is sprinkled with stars
The evening rain is tinted,
Through the trees
The wind sifts;
Brazen pennies
never cease
to be minted.
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