To walk beside a mountain stream
This is the life of which I dream.
To lay and watch the stars go by
Is what I’d do when I do die.
To love my life as time goes by;
Enough to make an old man cry.
About a foolhardy florilegium
Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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