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Vane Of Quillcote

Vane of Quillcote 632 There's an old gray barn where the swallows used to flit, All spicy and fragrant with hay: Thro its sunlit gloom ran the children to and fro, And their laughter was ringing all the day On the high-piled mow they would…

Vane of Quillcote

Vane of Quillcote. 63.2 There's an old gray barn where the swallows used to flit, All spicy and fragrant with hay: Thro its sunlit gloom ran the children to and fro, And their laughter was ringing all the day. On the high-piled mow they…