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| Wrinkled land of velvet green, Lying patient and serene! Here and there a dusty road Where few people e'er have strode. From the air it seems asleep, All its secrets prone to keep. There's no house or planted field That could crops of bounty yield. Who knows how long it will last! It could disappear so fast. Villages and towns could sprout, Crushing nature in a rout. | ||
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