Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies! — John Keats
Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies! — John Keats
Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies! — John Keats
Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies! — John Keats
Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies! — John Keats
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Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies!

— John Keats
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