Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms a — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
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Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms are those?That is the land of lost content,I see it shining plain,The happy highways where I wentAnd cannot come

— A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
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