The Sinking sun sheds through the window glass
The sinking sun sheds through the window glass
A roseiate light upon the painted walls
Green looks the trees cornfields & meadow grass
As golden on the road the low sun falls
Loud at their play the citys childern calls
And happy minds seek green spots in the fields
Ere yet the heavy dew of evening falls
While the lone partridge to their ramble calls.
A roseiate light upon the painted walls
Green looks the trees cornfields & meadow grass
As golden on the road the low sun falls
Loud at their play the citys childern calls
And happy minds seek green spots in the fields
Ere yet the heavy dew of evening falls
While the lone partridge to their ramble calls.
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