"The winter wind is loud and wild,
Come close to me, my darling child;
Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
And while the night is gathering grey,
We'll talk its pensive hours away;"
~Emily Jane Brontë~
"The winter wind is loud and wild,
Come close to me, my darling child;
Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
And while the night is gathering grey,
We'll talk its pensive hours away;"
~Emily Jane Brontë~
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