Canberra Art Work Section Stromlo Canbera Pan; #5-6 (BW) Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills? What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. *** The reason people so often lie Is that they lack imagination: They don't realize that the truth, too, Is a matter of invention.

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