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6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town. Oft a head is crested I was wont to see— And as oft a cranny Where it used to be— And the Earth— they tell me— On its Axis turned! Wonderful Rotation! By but twelve performed!
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