How far away is my green valley!
The day dismounts the sun-basked saddles,
Two or three flies buzz over a milk cauldron,
A lone woodpecker works on its chosen bark,
Supper signals from a distant chimney…
Two or three flies buzz over a milk cauldron,
A lone woodpecker works on its chosen bark,
Supper signals from a distant chimney…
Memories of my green valley
The warmth of an old armchair,
The echo of rhythmic hoof-beats,
The fragrance of dust-blown lilies,
The sight of flickering lanterns…
The echo of rhythmic hoof-beats,
The fragrance of dust-blown lilies,
The sight of flickering lanterns…
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