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Mountain Hikingby Harold Sears
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INTO my heart on air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.
A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad, XL, 1896. |
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