Strolling in the warm sun,
Into the soft south breeze,
The river glitters
Beneath whirling flocks,
Water ripples
To the noisy dance of the gulls,
Their plumage,
Colour of shadow on snow,
Only reminder
There is such a thing
As winter.
Strolling in the warm sun,
Into the soft south breeze,
The river glitters
Beneath whirling flocks,
Water ripples
To the noisy dance of the gulls,
Their plumage,
Colour of shadow on snow,
Only reminder
There is such a thing
As winter.
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