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How lovely is the silence made
by golden fields, sunflower swayed and the comfy nodding bed of grasses green and roses red. With cushion none and blanket nay nor harsh fears of passing day. Just to lay with scarce a modern feeling, no wall, no door, no light-bulb on my starlit ceiling.
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