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come with me on my journey through this wonderful made world. Africa, Asia, Australia, America ...
Time, they say, must the best of us capture,And travel and battle and gems and goldNo more can kindle the ancient rapture,For even the youngest of hearts grows old.But in you, I think, the boy is not over;So take this medley of ways and warsAs the gift of a friend and a fellow-loverOf the fairest country under the stars.
J. B.
J. B.
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