Posted by: Mo | May 5, 2011

“Thank you, my land; for your remotest
Most cruel mist my thanks are due.
By you possessed, by you unnoticed,
unto myself I speak of you
And in these talks somnambules
My inmost being hardly knows
If it’s my clemency that rambles
Or your own melody that grows”

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