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within the cloud's we play
My soul’s a splendid garden
Where I may choose to roam
Through thicket-brush so hardened
As to blend in with the stone;
Or through canopies of endless trees
That cast out dappled shade –
Beneath...
Where I may choose to roam
Through thicket-brush so hardened
As to blend in with the stone;
Or through canopies of endless trees
That cast out dappled shade –
Beneath...
