O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth. - John Davies, 1570-1626, Ode to the West Wind.
.. width="425" height="350" .. Special Thank you to My dear Friend Joe he has such a beautiful soul! Beautiful music, Video!!
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