Above rose the Coniston Fells
Above rose the Coniston Fells
In their own shape and colour,
Not man's hills,
But all for themselves—
The sky, and the clouds,
And a few wild creatures.
In their own shape and colour,
Not man's hills,
But all for themselves—
The sky, and the clouds,
And a few wild creatures.
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