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The thought of my Mountain Cottage
     Flows in with the Autumn wind;
Ranges, and ranges, and ranges!
     This moonlight is killing my mind!

I dreamed that the West was dying;
     I counted the stars for years.
O, little home in the darkness,
     I send you a handful of tears!
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