The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep? — Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
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The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?

— Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
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