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I have dug a hole, and called it home. It’s disappeared in a grassy knoll, that if you stroll upon its ground you will not know the air around the hole that is a home. And all the world afire, no one knows. The barks and cries and screeches and clanks of cities fell can hardly be heard, yet are all that’s told.
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