Les Ballons
T Tom Billsborough
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The blue lines of Alsace
And Lorraine! The rounded
Blues of hills sweep out
In many waves from bilberry
Meadows to the pale exteriors
Of finite space, suave
Elisions of the Frankish tongue.
How we long for such peace
To smooth away the jagged
Fears of conflict in our world,
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