After the war perhaps I’ll sit againOut on the terrace where I sat with you,And see the changeless sky and hills beat blueAnd live an afternoon of summer through.
Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places
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After the war perhaps I’ll sit againOut on the terrace where I sat with you,And see the changeless sky and hills beat blueAnd live an afternoon of summer through.
