Hans Rustad Frisch weht der Wind Der Heimat zu Mein Irisch Kind Wo weilest du? ‘You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; ‘They called me the hyacinth girl.’ -Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither […]
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