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Misty Pictures Gallery Copyright 2003 BellaBonaLux Mild the mist upon the hill Telling not of storms tomorrow No the day has wept its fill Spent its store of silent sorrow Oh I'm gone back to the days of youth I am a child once more And 'neath my father's sheltering roof And near the old hall door I watch this cloudy evening fall After a day of rain Blue mists sweet mists of summer pall The horizon's mountain chain The damp stands in the long green grass As thick as morning's tears And dreamy scents of fragrance pass That breathe of other years. Emily Bronte
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