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The lost elk on blue pine mountain, Where all the stunted world is small, Know the face of winter as it founts, Above tree lines, trumpet all is cold.
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
Winter
The lost elk on blue pine mountain, Where all the stunted world is small, Know the face of winter as it founts, Above tree lines, trumpet all is cold.
ormond
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
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