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30659	Stevenson, Robert Louis	The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 14			.txt	text/plain	50305	4852	98	Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain Now my little heart goes a-beating like a drum, Little things with lovely eyes Grasses run like a green sea It fell in the days of old, as the men of Taiárapu tell, The rising night in his face, behind him the dying day. Stood, like a streaming torch, enlightening land and sea. The priest lay still in his house, with the roar of the sea in his head; But the aged, red-eyed priest ran forth like a lunatic man; What is the life you can give to a child of the sun and the sea?" Whence he beheld the woods, and the sea, and houses of men. All day long from the High-place the drums and the singing came, What sound shall come but the old cry of the wind Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying,	./cache/30659.txt	./txt/30659.txt