Song Of The Wandering Aengus

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Engraved by Verovio 3.9.0-3c1560c Glim mer ing girl with ap ple blos soms in her hair Who called me by my name and ran, and fad ed thro the bright ning air Tho I am old with wand ring through hol low lands and hil ly lands I will find out where she has gone and kiss her lips and take her hands, and walk a mong long dap pled grass and pluck ’til time and time are done. The sil ver ap ples of the moon. The gol den ap ples of the sun. Glim mer ing Girl with ap ple blos som in her hair Song of the wandering Aengus National Library of Australia MUS N mba 783.242 B848 Hooper Brewster-Jones lyrics W.B.Yeats
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