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Songs of the woods, verses of those dear days
Now gone, of that dear region which the hand
Of smooth improvement almost hath erased,
Songs of the woods, from out my heart ye sprang!
Now gone, of that dear region which the hand
Of smooth improvement almost hath erased,
Songs of the woods, from out my heart ye sprang!
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