"O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, ...
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