Wood
Dispel my sadness.
The foxglove shakes its several bells.
Discern my strangeness.
The lily listens carefully to nothing.
Disprove my madness!
The primrose chatters and the violet whispers.
This wood is full of girls.
Dispel my sadness.
The foxglove shakes its several bells.
Discern my strangeness.
The lily listens carefully to nothing.
Disprove my madness!
The primrose chatters and the violet whispers.
This wood is full of girls.