"And now what shall I do? My knight is pinned.."
Who rides so late in the night and the wind?
It is the writer's grief. It is the wild.
March Wind. It is the father with his child.
Who rides so late in the night and the wind?
It is the writer's grief. It is the wild.
March Wind. It is the father with his child.
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