The Traveller’s Night Song II
Over all the hill-tops Is Rest, In all the tree-tops You can feel Scarcely a breath: The little birds quiet in the leaves. Wait now, soon you Too will have peace.
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Over all the hill-tops Is Rest, In all the tree-tops You can feel Scarcely a breath: The little birds quiet in the leaves. Wait now, soon you Too will have peace.
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