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Flat horizon only the solitude
not the mountains or the sea,
the cold blast I wheel,
And responded gaily,
when there is the damp ground
sweet Thames, run
so intelligent
Heard one person starve
a young man carrying thunder,
his eyes open, I saw
the Elysian Fields,
a poet and a world traveler,
the heyday, my friends,
heard the roar of a graveyard,
and not without reason.
