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On the broom
| Izveduvač: Love Hunters | | | | | Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gapping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church - way paths to glide.
And we fairies, that to run
By the triple Hecate`s team
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house:
I am sent with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door. | | | | | Pregleda: 42
Datum: 2004-12-18
Tvoeto ime: dani | |
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