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The summer breeze was blowing on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the shiver from my… — Van Morrison Copy Share Image
So, when I was eight or nine my mom's friend gave her a big purple bag full of cassettes and I found… — Aldous Harding Copy Share Image
“The festival of Lughnasadh speaks of fullness and bounty of richness and sacrifice. As cornfields ripple in the late summer breeze and… — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear,… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
“A kind of joy came upon him, as if borne in on a summer breeze. He dimly recalled that he had been… — John Williams Copy Share Image
Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear,… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
“Set me on barren planes where no summer breeze revives a tree, in a zone of the earth oppressed by clouds and… — Horace Copy Share Image
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“Dutifully, the Count put the spoon in his mouth. In an instant, there was the familiar sweetness of fresh honey—sunlit, golden, and… — Amor Towles Copy Share Image
“He may have liked many other things, but we know for certain only that he liked a sweet summer breeze, stars shining… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“Remember children, once I am gone I will be part of it all Everything will be me and together be free The… — Neil Leckman Copy Share Image
“Things that remind me of Mother are these: the truth ‘mid deception, a warm summer breeze, the calm within chaos, a stitch… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
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