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[The smell of tannin in the ozoned air]
The smell of tannin in the ozoned airUnder the oaks when the woods are green,
And the scent of the soil and moisture where
The young leaves dangle and make a screen,
Where the hiding wood-nymph combs her hair,
Have breathed me full of the Faun again,
And made me kin to the wind and rain.
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