Make me thy lyre, even as the forests are.
What if my leaves fell like its own –
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep autumnal tone.
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Make me thy lyre, even as the forests are.
What if my leaves fell like its own –
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep autumnal tone.
Posted in Riddles | Comments (0)