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... summers two I am older , Anne , than you . Pull the primrose , sister Anne ! Pull as many as you can . -Here are ... Summer knows but little of them ; Violets , a barren kind , Wither'd on the ground must lie ; Daisies leave no fruit ...
... summers two I am older , Anne , than you . Pull the primrose , sister Anne ! Pull as many as you can . -Here are ... Summer knows but little of them ; Violets , a barren kind , Wither'd on the ground must lie ; Daisies leave no fruit ...
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... summers two I am older , Anne , than you . Pull the primrose , sister Anne ! Pull as many as you can . -Here are ... Summer knows but little of them ; Violets , a barren kind , Wither'd on the ground must lie ; Daisies leave no fruit ...
... summers two I am older , Anne , than you . Pull the primrose , sister Anne ! Pull as many as you can . -Here are ... Summer knows but little of them ; Violets , a barren kind , Wither'd on the ground must lie ; Daisies leave no fruit ...
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... summer , as well you know , Studded with apples , a beautiful show ! Hark ! over the roof he makes a pause , And growls as if he would fix his claws Right in the slates , and with a huge rattle Drive them down , like men in a battle ...
... summer , as well you know , Studded with apples , a beautiful show ! Hark ! over the roof he makes a pause , And growls as if he would fix his claws Right in the slates , and with a huge rattle Drive them down , like men in a battle ...
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... summer fly ; She dances , runs without an aim , She chatters in her ecstasy . Her brother now takes up the note , And echoes back his sister's glee ; They hug the infant in my arms , As if to force his sympathy . Then settling into fond ...
... summer fly ; She dances , runs without an aim , She chatters in her ecstasy . Her brother now takes up the note , And echoes back his sister's glee ; They hug the infant in my arms , As if to force his sympathy . Then settling into fond ...
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... summer dry , Together round her grave we play'd , My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide , My brother John was forced to go , And he lies by her side . " " How many are you , then ...
... summer dry , Together round her grave we play'd , My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide , My brother John was forced to go , And he lies by her side . " " How many are you , then ...
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