| The Snow upon my hat |
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| Ours is a world of suffering |
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| The Summer Moor |
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| My eyes which had seen all came back |
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| The Sun and moon are staring fierce |
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| The Horse-Fly |
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| How the skylark soars |
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| Behold! the spring moon paints |
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| Although I strive hard to conceal |
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| How heavily rain pours down on |
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