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Strikethrough #45

Created Sat Mar 13 2021

I.
It
is
but
thought,
full
many
a
night
The
snow
shall
clothe
those
hills
afar
And
storms
shall
add
a
drearier
blight
And
winds
shall
wage
a
wilder
war,
Before
the
lark
may
herald
in
Fresh
foliage
twined
with
blossoms
fair
And
summer
days
again
begin
Their
glory,
haloed
crown
to
wear.
Yet
my
heart
loves
December's
smile
As
much
as
July's
golden
beam;
Then
let
us
sit
and
watch
the
while
The
blue
ice
curdling
on
the
stream.
II.
It
is
but
thought,
full
many
a
night
The
snow
shall
clothe
those
hills
afar
And
storms
shall
add
a
drearier
blight
And
winds
shall
wage
a
wilder
war,
Before
the
lark
may
herald
in
Fresh
foliage
twined
with
blossoms
fair
 
And
summer
days
again
begin
Their
glory,
haloed
crown
to
wear.
Yet
my
heart
loves
December's
smile
As
much
as
July's
golden
beam;
Then
let
us
sit
and
watch
the
while
The
blue
ice
curdling
on
the
stream.
insert the awning of a cloud
omit rolling
insert a weary stagger
 
 
insert crumpled leaf
 
 
omit semi circle
 
 
omit the night hours
 
III.
It
is
but
thought,
The
snow
shall
clothe
storms
And
winds
shall
wage
a
wilder
war,
Before
the
lark
may
herald
in
And
summer
days
again
begin
Yet
my
heart
loves
December's
smile
As
much
as
July's
golden
beam;
Then
let
us
sit
and
watch
The
blue
ice
curdling
on
the
stream.
IV.
It
is
but
thought,
The
snow
shall
clothe
storms
And
winds
shall
wage
a
wilder
war,
Before
the
lark
may
herald
in
 
And
summer
days
again
begin
Yet
my
heart
loves
December's
smile
As
much
as
July's
golden
beam;
Then
let
us
sit
and
watch
The
blue
ice
curdling
on
the
stream.
 
 
 
 
insert shedding feather
 
 
insert November rain
omit a surrounding summer
 
 
V.
It
is
but
thought,
The
snow
shall
clothe
storms
And
winds
shall
wage
a
wilder
war,
Before
the
lark
And
summer
days
again
begin
Yet
my
heart
loves
July's
golden
beam;
Then
let
us
sit
and
watch
The
blue
ice
curdling
on
the
stream.
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