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Two-fifty a.m.
Still the south at sunset
Cools behind the hill.
We are all swimmers
On a sea of sorrow.
Still the south at sunset
Cools behind the hill.
We are all swimmers
On a sea of sorrow.
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
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