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The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow--
There is no
shelter
near,
Come, let us go.
Sara Teasdale - Helen of Troy
The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow--
There is no
shelter
near,
Come, let us go.
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