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sweet with fern and rose
i saw the first pear
she was a beauty in the days
there were three in the meadow by the brook
there is a city, builded by no hand
tripping up, falling down
which keeps
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you

 



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