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The hills
remind me of you Not because they curve soft and warm lovely and firm under the Greek sun Or flow towards the horizon in slow limpid waves falling away mysteriously at the edge of the sea So that I can only surmise their being there beyond my gaze and stare into the greyness But because a long time ago you stared at them as I am staring now
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