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Weybourne
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Above the cliff-top
Meadow today, the skylark
Rises up into
The sun's face - higher
And higher and higher; its
Brown speck vanishing
Beyond neck-crick and
The eye's sudden blindness - and
From this height it pours
Down its river of
Sound - bubbling and sparkling and
Glitteringly clear.
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