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Do you know the blackened timber—do you know that racing stream
With the raw, right-angled logjam at the end;
And the bar of sun-wanned shingle where a man may bask and dream
Do you know the blackened timber—do you know that racing stream
With the raw, right-angled logjam at the end;
And the bar of sun-wanned shingle where a man may bask and dream