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Swayze
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Swayze
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Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the bedbonny ash that sits over the burn.
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.