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BECKY TAYLOR >> Merchandise Links
BECKY TAYLOR
The lake lay Blue, below the hill. O'er it, as I looked, there flew across the water cold and still, a bird, Whose wings were palest blue. The sky above was blue at last. The sky beneath me blue in blue; A moment, ere the bird had passed. It caught his image as he flew The lake lay blue below the hill.
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