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| "winterlast," painting by Kris Lewis |
Starless are the nights of travel,
Bleak the winter wind;
Run with terror all before you
And regret behind.
WH Auden
from "Lady, weeping at the crossroads"
Bleak the winter wind;
Run with terror all before you
And regret behind.
WH Auden
from "Lady, weeping at the crossroads"
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