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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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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 12:19 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.
ormond
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
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