It was a perfect night for a train. The occasional whistle told Louis of all the farewells he had ever known.
The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest. - Charles Tennyson Turner
The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest.
- Charles Tennyson Turner
When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul. - Charles Tennyson Turner
When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul.
It was a perfect night for a train. The occasional whistle told Louis of all the farewells he had ever known. - Charles Tennyson Turner
The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their … - Charles Tennyson Turner
The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their …
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