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The wind in the ash-tree sounds like surf on the shore at Truro .
I will shut my eyes. hush, be still with your silly bleating, / sheep on Shillingstone Hill.
They said: Come along! They said: Leave your pebbles on the sand and come / along, it's long after sunset!
The mosquitoes will be thick in the pine-woods along by Long Nook, the wind's / died down!
They said: Leave your pebbles on the sand, and your shells, too, and come along, / we'll find you another beach like the beach at Truro.
Let me listen to wind in the ash. it sounds like surf on the / shore.