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The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and...


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Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only...


Twohundredthirtyone

There have been times I cannot hide, There have been times when this was...


Twohundredthirty

And, as his strength       Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim...