The Splendour falls on castle walls

    and snowy summits old in story

    The long light shakes across the lake

    And the wild cataract

    Leaps to glory

     

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    Blow, bugle blow

    Set the wild echoes flying

    Answer echoes ,answer

    dying

                dying                    

                                  dying

     

    Tennyson

     

    Enjoy the holidays , whatever you call it.

    Flavius

     

     

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