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For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables. All that was of value to me was in London. By the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds will be much colder,
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