The coolest harmony of the wind

The wind blasts aghast

having lost hope,what is snuggled?

nearer the heart comes the dear unbarren

and with a sudden chirp the sparrows

met the fete of my wanderings

the moor of the wild calls with the

sudden harbinger of the day was done

You return at the helm and in stead

goes the doom preserving us for

posterity.There could be no cold

shoulder to a king!

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