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A Harvest Mouse Goes Scampering By, With Silver Claws And Silver Eye; And Moveless Fish In The Water Gleam, By Silver Reeds In A Silver Stream.

All But Blind In His Chambered Hole Gropes For Worms The Four-clawed Mole.

What Is The World, O Soldiers? It Is I, I, This Incessant Snow, This Northern Sky.

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