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How shall I tell of a night alone [[insertion]] by a tiny lake [[/insertion]] on a far high mountain with the [[insertion]] cloud fog [[/insertion]] mist [[underlined]] opaque [[/underlined]] as frosted glass and a cold rain swirling by
The leanto stands on the Cloud Pond shore
Where the spruce grows thick and Green
And the wet wind soughs on the hidden slope. but the fire [[strikethrough]] glows [[/strikethrough]] is red & warm.
It crackles and flares in the rock lined pit
And the smoke soars into the fog
When I speak of this the people say