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 UT among the mountains Where the breezes blow, Where the little blue-bells Wave to and fro; There I went to bury One old self of mine, Covered it with mole-earth Light and fine, And beside it planted A wild grape vine. Out among the mountains Again went I, Windy rain was flashing Across the sky ; I was sorely weary,