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THE SUN SHINES,The coltsfoot flowers along the railway banksShine like flat coin which Jove in thanksStrews each side the lines.A steepleIn purple elms, daffodilsSparkle beneath; luminous hillsBeyond--and no people... --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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