All the day I held the memory of you, and wove
Its laughter with the dancing light o' the spray,
And sowed the sky with tiny clouds of love...

Auteur: Rupert Brooke

All the day I held the memory of you, and wove<br />Its laughter with the dancing light o' the spray,<br />And sowed the sky with tiny clouds of love... - Rupert Brooke



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