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With these eyes I've watched woodlands become housing estates wetland drained it's wildlife killed fields plowed by roads and hedgerows and ancient stones torn down and with these eyes I've wept for the village of my childhood.
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Where Did My Childhood Go
With these eyes I've watched woodlands become housing estates wetland drained it's wildlife killed fields plowed by roads and hedgerows and ancient stones torn down and with these eyes I've wept for the village of my childhood.
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
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