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Sunrise Over Bull Run

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This fine sand sprinkles the earth
Oh, how these holy
Buildings have changed
To drive brothers from
Houses of the nearly identical brick—
A chimney there, a window there—
But unimaginably alike,
Those bricks, they bashed their
Heads in with them

Harvest has arrived




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