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It was certain we spoke
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And the prairie flowers lie low: —
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whistling a cowboy song concerning
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The past, the future, dwelling there,
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and the minor roadside flowers
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field grass and bulrush. I have included
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Since then – ’tis Centuries – and yet
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neither lost nor home, no longer
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It is delicious among the constellations,
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but didn’t break stride; that’s how