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Alfred, Lord Tennyson - The splendour falls on castle...

The splendour falls on castle walls; And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dyi. (Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

The splendour falls on castle walls; And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dyi.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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