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When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.


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When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

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Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.



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