t stood in the sunset sky Like the straight-backed down, Many a time - the barn At the edge of town, So huge and dark that it seemed It was the hill Till the gable`s precipice proved It impossible. Then the great down in the west Grew into sight, A barn stored full to the ridge With black of night; And the barn fell to a barn Or even less Before critical eyes and its own Late mightiness. But far down and near barn and I Since then have smiled, Having seen my new cautiousness By itself beguiled To disdain what seemed the barn Till a few steps changed It past all doubt to the down; So the barn was avenged.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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