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WHERE THE CHINOOK BLOWS |
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GREEN PRAIRIES
Green prairies, green prairies all drenched in
the rain, Or a-gleam in the dance of the sunbeams
again; In the sheen and the shine of the dawn and
the light, Or the murk and the gloom of the shadows of
night; In hearts that have known thee thy memories
reign, And thy voices, clear calling, call never in vain. |
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