But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden. — Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
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But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden.

— Louis MacNeice, Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice
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