O The Hills Of Purple Heather, And The Skies So Warm And Gray! O The Shimmer Of The Sea-Mist In The Sea-Wind Far Away! O The Calling Of The Torrent, Sweeping Down Ben Vorlich'S Side, And My White Flocks Faring Foldward In The Hush Of Eventide!
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