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When the voices of children are heard on the green
And whisp'rings are in the dale，
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind，
My face turns green and pale.
Then come home， my children， the sun is gone down，
And the dews of night arise；
Your spring and your day are wasted in play，
And your winter and night in disguise.
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