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Text: Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; and spring comes green again to trees and grasses; where petals have been shed like tears and lonely birds have sung their grief; after the war-fires of three months. One message from home is worth a ton of gold. I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin to hold the hairpins any more. Each paragraph will be a test.

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