My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet’s the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.
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My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet’s the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.