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O H , G U A D A R R A M A R A N G E Oh, Guadarrama range, is it you, old friend, that smoky bluish range, long Madrid afternoons when I used to see your peaks painted against the blue sky? As I ride up your deep valleys, and ride past your sharp-honed ridges, a thousand suns and a thousand Guadarramas ride with me, as I go far, deep into you. On the Balsam road, 1911 [87] ...

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