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As sunlight slides behind the hill, A dim moon mingles with large stars I see some patterns with a thrill As sunlight slides behind the hill, And constellations, all paths fill While sailors note their old memoirs As sunlight slides behind the hill, A dim moon mingles with large stars. Placed 1
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