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Summer for thee, grant I may beWhen Summer days are flown!Thy music still, when WhipporwillAnd Oriole -- are done!For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tombAnd row my blossoms o'er!Pray gather me --Anemone --Thy flower -- forevermore!
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