To every season
there comes a time, out of turn.
Days, I’m not at home.
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" I am not a day of season, For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail In me at once: but to the brightest beams Distracted clouds give way So stand thou forth The time is fair again"
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" I am not a day of season,
For thou mayst see a sunshine
and a hail
In me at once: but to the brightest beams
Distracted clouds give way
So stand thou forth
The time is fair again"
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