Dark rivers roar their tortuous runs
Through the carved canyons of night
While amid the scattered spent shells
Upon the silent sands
The ghost of gentle Sappho weeping stands
HOVERING Dark rivers roar their tortuous runs
Through the carved canyons of night
While amid the scattered spent shells
Upon the silent sands
The ghost of gentle Sappho weeping stands
HOVERING
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