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Where else but eastward, they lay Onward by the pine tree felled How sullen the moss how sudden the loss Oh but the grass is still green and the feral badger still mean Where golden odour wisps o'er head or cattle gather to be fed This meadow makes giants
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
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Where else but eastward, they lay Onward by the pine tree felled How sullen the moss how sudden the loss Oh but the grass is still green and the feral badger still mean Where golden odour wisps o'er head or cattle gather to be fed This meadow makes giants
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
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