ThursdayApr 24, 2025
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Disparting towers Trembling all precipitate down dash'd, Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon.
A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winters day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men let him lie.
Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view?
A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
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