Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Bryan Procter
Oh, the summer night, Has a ...
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Sing! Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings? Ah, who is this lady fine? The Vine, boys, the Vine! The mother of the mighty Wine, A roamer is she O'er wall and tree And sometimes very good company.
Bryan Procter
