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GRASSESBoundless grasses over the plainCome and go with every season;Wildfire never quite consumes them ——They are tall once more in the spring wind。Sweet they press on the old high- roadAnd reach the crumbling city-gate……O Prince of Friends, you are gone again……I hear them sighing after you。
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