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Through Porton village, under the bridge,
A clear bourne floweth, with grasses trailing,
Wherein are shadows of white clouds sailing,
And elms that shelter under the ridge.
Through Porton village we passed one day,
Marching the plain for mile on mile,
And crossed the bridge in single file,
Happily singing, and marched away
Over the bridge where the shallow races,
Under a clear and frosty sky:
And the winterbourne, as......
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Lavenders light purple trail, lilac buds perapire on svelte lamb's skin swathe.
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