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On
either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
An exerpt from
The Lady of Shallot -Alfred Tennyson
(1809-1892) - Louth
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