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'Tis my first night beneath the Sun
If I should spend it here—
Above him is too low a height
For his Barometer
Who Airs of expectation breathes
And takes the Wind at prime—
But Distance his Delights confides
To those who visit him—

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 27 May 2012 1:33 PM | Viewed: 9674 times

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