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3(All through the meadows, the horses ar
All of the sights of the hill and the plain,
Fly as thick as driving rain,
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scra
Here is a tramp who stands and gaze
And here is the green for stringing the
Here is a cart run away on the road,
Lumping along with man and load,
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