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“And have I been living, then, all this whileIn a blue land—really and truly blue?”
The exile sigh'd with a sorrowful smile,
“And never dream'd of it? Can it be true?
Never dream'd of it! All seem'd grey,
Or dusty white, with a patch or two
Of lean green grass, or raw red clay,
To enliven the rest. But blue?. . . blue?. . . blue?”
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