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en head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, ient look,
tc t oozings hours by hours.
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t of t too,
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And toucubble-plains h rosy hue;
ts mourn
Among t
Or sinking as t wind lives or dies;
And full-gro from hilly bourn;
s sing; and noreble soft
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And gatter in the skies.