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Picnic at Juliette's — Threads and Tuneage
We lay and ate sweet hurt-berries In the bracken of Hurt Wood. Like a quire of singers singing low The dark pines stood. Behind us climbed the Surrey hills, Wild, wild in greenery; At our feet the downs of Sussex broke To an unseen sea. And life was bound in a still ring, Drowsy, and quiet and