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Bucket List
I will gaze on the great restless sea
and talk with the wintering birds
I will stride over snow-powdered lea
and strive with inadequate words
I know that the sea will not fail
and the birds will tell me no lie
The badger will not leave the field
/still hold the sett
...and the ivy will bring down the tree
The ash tree will perish thereby
but the beech and the oak will not yield