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Dark Hills
Dark hills at evening in the west,
where sunrise hovers like the sound of golden horns that sang to rest old bones of warriors under ground.
Far now from all the bannered ways, where clashed the legions of the sun, you fade, as if the last of days were fading, and all wars were done.
~Edwin Arlington Robinson
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20-Oct-2003 |
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