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Some sigh for the breath of the desert Where the stifling heat waves blow;
Some pant for the trackless tundra And the sting of the cold and snow;
Some long for the wash of a sultry sea As it breaks on a tropic shore;
Some pine for the breeze of the northern seas And the sound of the Arctic's roar.
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