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A flock of pigeons fluttered round and round,

My rustic house rose up to greet them on its mound.

They bounded down gracefully to rest profound,

Finding the budding plants and the green gold around.


The rattling wheels of rushing trains and trains;

Whirling smoke of age old factories again and again;

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