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Quotation by Wallace Stevens
The flags are natures newly found.
Rifles grow sharper on the sight.
There is a rumble of autumnal marching,
From which no soft sleeve relieves us.
Fate is the present desperado.
Wallace Stevens (1879–1955), U.S. poet. "Dutch Graves in Bucks County."
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