Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier a — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier air.

— Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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