English poem
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I wandered sore distressed, All weary and forlorn; I had no place to rest, Of all my pleasures shorn,-- My thirsting spirit sighed, And in the desert cried.
Versos English John Brownlie I
Versos English John Brownlie I
English poem
I wandered sore distressed, All weary and forlorn; I had no place to rest, Of all my pleasures shorn,-- My thirsting spirit sighed, And in the desert cried.