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there was a time in former years
one with you
she must go back, she said
there were three in the meadow by the brook
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
and breaketh bread no more
hang no wreath
and with the humming bird
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
let me be sad
with joy and wonder
he came and took me by the hand
what spiteful chance steals unawares