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    ree flo away

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    tara uprooted, and new commonness

    Upon t treets

    And s paper flo to post,

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    I am contented, for I kno Quiet

    anders lauging

    Among pigeons and bees,  Archer,

    as o s, still hangs

    A cloudy quiver over Pairc-na-lee.