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The lone stark bugle cry— Horn of the great mountain elk, Ripples down cold through morning Dusted wood as the mushrooming dews Drop into dearly waded pools under Fawning toes of forage and cool Evergreen.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
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The lone stark bugle cry— Horn of the great mountain elk, Ripples down cold through morning Dusted wood as the mushrooming dews Drop into dearly waded pools under Fawning toes of forage and cool Evergreen.
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Irish
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
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