Swift without violence, without terror great.
Their blooming wreaths from fair Valclusa's bowers
To Arno's myrtle border.
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
featuring 1 font
Feeling small
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them allI'm on your side
When times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
HEX: #70615C
RGB: 112 97 92
RGB: 112 97 92
HEX: #8CA38B
RGB: 140 163 139
RGB: 140 163 139
HEX: #300D28
RGB: 48 13 40
RGB: 48 13 40
HEX: #EDB552
RGB: 237 181 82
RGB: 237 181 82
HEX: #F7EEAA
RGB: 247 238 170
RGB: 247 238 170
By Clyde's meandering stream,
When Sol in joy is seen to leave
The earth with crimson beam;
When islands that wandered far
Above his sea couch lie,
And here and there some gem-like star
Re-opes its sparkling eye.
