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In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand,
Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees,
The shallow tide-wave courses to the land,
And all along the down a fringe one sees Of ducal woods

I go back,
Though sometimes it’s filled with pain,
I go back,
’Cos nothing will be the same,’