Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry I’m setting off, but not without my muse
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Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry I’m setting off, but not without my muse
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