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AND THEY LAUGHED
By the mountain peak, called “Going-To-The-Sun,”A dizzy mountain, where paths twist round and round
And nothing in sober order can be found—
I asked the poppies: “What fairies do you see?”
And they shook their long stems, and they laughed at me.
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