In the safty of the shadows the fragile fern slept,aloneg the winding paths the wild-flowers wept,snowdrops noddld their little heads in spring,of which I do not know the names…And, of course, there was ivy everywhere.
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In the safty of the shadows the fragile fern slept,aloneg the winding paths the wild-flowers wept,snowdrops noddld their little heads in spring,of which I do not know the names…And, of course, there was ivy everywhere.
