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Into My Heart an Air that Kills




Into My Heart an Air that Kills - Alfred Edward Housman

 Into my heart an air that kills 
From yon far country blows: 
What are those blue remembered hills, 
What spires, what farms are those? 

That is the land of lost content, 
I see it shining plain, 
The happy highways where I went 
And cannot come again.

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