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The Flowers
On the hills I often pass and travel down, there is a field of flowers, where all seem gay, and men stroll up and down, and all around. They dream of peace. And dream again. And oft when they pass the… more →
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The Flowers
Luke wrote 2 years ago: On the hills I often pass and travel down, there is a field of flowers, where all seem gay, and men … more →
The Warriors
Luke wrote 2 years ago: And around they stand the warrior fire, With thoughts of stars and winds and rain, And for hatchets, … more →
