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| Woodland - East Dunbartonshire 22nd June, 2012 |
Give me a land of boughs in leaf,
A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen, there is grief;
I love no leafless land.
Alas, the country whence I fare,
It is where I would stay;
And where I would not, it is there
That I shall be for aye.
And one remembers and forgets
But 'tis not found again,
Not though they hale in crimsoned nets
The sunset from the main.
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