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"OVER THE HILLS AND HOLLOWS GREEN"

Over the hills and hollows green The springtide air goes valiantly,Where many sainted singing larks And blessed primaveras be:
But bitterly the springtide air Over the desert towns doth blow,About whose torn and shattered streets No more shall children's footsteps go.

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