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The
long
grass
grew
behind
them
.
And
day
’
s
eyes
and
butter
-
cups
,
cow
’
s
lips
and
crow
’
s
feet
Were
glittering
in
the
sun
.
She
threw
down
her
book
,
and
caught
up
her
crook
,
And
after
her
sheep
did
run
.
She
ran
,
and
she
ran
,
and
ever
as
she
ran
,
The
grass
grew
higher
and
higher
;
Till
over
the
hill
the
sun
began
To
set
in
a
flame
of
fire
.
She
ran
on
still
—
up
the
grassy
hill
,
