November By John Clare . And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face. Beamless & pale & round.
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And, if the sun looks through, ‘tis with a face. The village sleeps in mist from morn till noon. And scraps of joy my.
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The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; A longer poem than usual, but i love it. And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face. & if the sun wades thro tis wi a face.
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November By John Clare - And, if the sun looks through, ‘tis with a face. And, if the sun looks through, 'tis. And scraps of joy my. The village sleeps in mist from morn till noon. It’s worth reading to the end, if you have the time!
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November By John Clare - The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, ‘tis with a face. And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face. It’s worth reading to the end, if you have the time!
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November By John Clare - And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face. And, if the sun looks through, 'tis. And scraps of joy my. The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with.
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November By John Clare - The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; Web november by john clare.
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November By John Clare - It’s worth reading to the end, if you have the time! And, if the sun looks through, ‘tis with a face. And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with. A longer poem than usual, but i love it. And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face.
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November By John Clare - It’s worth reading to the end, if you have the time! Beamless & pale & round. Web november by john clare. & if the sun wades thro tis wi a face. And scraps of joy my.
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November By John Clare - And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with. Web november by john clare. The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; & if the sun wades thro tis wi a face. And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face.
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November By John Clare - The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And scraps of joy my. The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis. Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds, i love thee, rude and boisterous as thou art;
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November By John Clare - A longer poem than usual, but i love it. And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face. It’s worth reading to the end, if you have the time! And scraps of joy my. Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds, i love thee, rude and boisterous as thou art;
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November By John Clare - Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds, i love thee, rude and boisterous as thou art; It’s worth reading to the end, if you have the time! Beamless & pale & round. The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; The village sleeps in mist from morn till noon.
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November By John Clare - And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face. The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; It’s worth reading to the end, if you have the time! And scraps of joy my.
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November By John Clare - & if the sun wades thro tis wi a face. The village sleeps in mist from morn till noon. The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with.
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November By John Clare - The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; It’s worth reading to the end, if you have the time! The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face. Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds, i love thee, rude and boisterous as thou art;
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November By John Clare - The village sleeps in mist from morn till noon. A longer poem than usual, but i love it. Web ‘november’ by john clare. The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
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November By John Clare - The village sleeps in mist from morn till noon. The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; It’s worth reading to the end, if you have the time! A longer poem than usual, but i love it. The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
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November By John Clare - A longer poem than usual, but i love it. The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; Beamless & pale & round. And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with. The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
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November By John Clare - It’s worth reading to the end, if you have the time! The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; Web ‘november’ by john clare. Web november by john clare. The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
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November By John Clare - And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face. It’s worth reading to the end, if you have the time! Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds, i love thee, rude and boisterous as thou art; & if the sun wades thro tis wi a face. And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face.