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 That the happy land and gay

Is not very far away,

And that I can get there soon

Any rainy afternoon.

And when summer comes again,

And the downs are dimpling green,

And the air is free from rain,

And the clouds no longer seen:

Then I know that they have gone

To find a new camp further on,

Where there is no shining sun

To throw light on what is done,

Where the summer can't intrude

On the fort where winter stood:

—Only blown and drenching grasses,

Only rain that never passes,

Moving mists and sweeping wind,

And I follow them behind!

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