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Fernweh… I close my eyes to escape,  This hustling, jostling, clamouring world,  I close my eyes to escape if only for a while..  .. (I’m the belle of my alcazar of woods,  Nestled in the bosom of the coppice,  that’s hiraeth to my dawdling though fervour soul) .. How the world’s clogged with vengeance and reproval, […]

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