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    "text": "Often and often it came back again",
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    "text": "To mind, the day I passed the horizon ridge",
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    "text": "By half-gaps that were stiles once in the hedge,",
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    "text": "The pack of scarlet clouds running across",
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    "text": "The harvest evening that seemed endless then",
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    "text": "And after, and the inn where all were kind,",
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    "text": "All were strangers. I did not know my loss",
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    "text": "Till one day twelve months later suddenly",
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    "text": "I leaned upon my spade and saw it all,",
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    "text": "Though far beyond the sky-line. It became",
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    "text": "Almost a habit through the year for me",
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    "text": "To lean and see it and think to do the same",
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    "text": "Again for two days and a night. Recall",
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    "text": "Was vain: no more could the restless brook",
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    "text": "Ever turn back and climb the waterfall",
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    "text": "To the lake that rests and stirs not in its nook,",
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