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 Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:28 am
All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the mountain and I.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:32 am
O to make the most jubilant song!
Full of music-full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments-full of grain and trees.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:33 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:34 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:35 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:36 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:37 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:37 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:38 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:39 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:41 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:43 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:44 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:46 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:47 am
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