Nightly, as in days of old, I clambered up the mossy scree To sit upon the ledge that reigns Across our hearth in majesty, And as the mist lolled in the glen, Assuming forms of ancient men, I lost all sense of passing time, And to their earthen call did list'n.
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| - Nightly, as in days of old, I clambered up the mossy scree To sit upon the ledge that reigns Across our hearth in majesty, And as the mist lolled in the glen, Assuming forms of ancient men, I lost all sense of passing time, And to their earthen call did list'n.
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| - Nightly, as in days of old, I clambered up the mossy scree To sit upon the ledge that reigns Across our hearth in majesty, And as the mist lolled in the glen, Assuming forms of ancient men, I lost all sense of passing time, And to their earthen call did list'n.
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