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I hear the sweet evening sounds
From your undecaying grounds;
Cheat me no more with time,
Take me to your clime.
Page:Poems of nature, Thoreau, 1895.djvu/99
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I hear the sweet evening sounds
From your undecaying grounds;
Cheat me no more with time,
Take me to your clime.