Tonight I stopped at the gate.
Every leaf was singing, every bough was dancing.
In that gale.
Further off I heard a deeper and an older roar.
Tonight I stopped at the gate.
Every leaf was singing, every bough was dancing.
In that gale.
Further off I heard a deeper and an older roar.
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