Tales of early loveTo sweethearts, wife, mother, native land, church, God . My mother, most demurely reverent. And now the longed for day of days had comeWhen 1 should visit that enchanting neatly washed and decked in Sunday clothes,We passed the orchard gayly blossoming. a.

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