The true value of words is known to the one who writes.......
It doesn't always have to be connected to them,
But the deeper the words, the more emotion one feels
I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
That Nature's ancient power was lost:
The streets were black with smoke and frost,
They chatter'd trifles at the door:
I wander'd from the noisy town,
I found a wood with thorny boughs:
I took the thorns to bind my brows,
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