There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum-trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone. By Sara Teasdale -----------------------------— Available on BandCamp: Beatport: JunoDownload: iTunes: Spotify: Amazon: -----------------------------— Follow Xero_Moon: Follow and contact me: VK: Telegram: Discord: NandinAnubis #1078 Soundcloud: Newgrounds: Gmail: nandinanubis@ ------------------------------- Support me Qiwi: DonationAlerts: ------------------------------- Video Materials nandinanubis,psywave,psytrance,psy,trance,retro,wave,retrowave,synth,synthwave,theprophecy,silverformonster,thwitcher,thewitherwildhunt,music,psychedelic,album,full,fullalbum,trancentral,lgbt,survivedrobots,donate,xeromoon,reson8,albeton,live,abletonlive,serum,vital,vst,english,game,80s,new,era,of,robots,neweraofrobots #NandinAnubis #XeroMoon #Psytrance
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