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Somebody labored years ago
Whose name I do not even know Ploughed ground or sailed the open sea, And loved a maid that I might be. Two centuries ago or more |
One stood enraptured when he
heard The music of a singing bird, And now with each returning spring, I find I do the selfsame thing. Could we untangle all our lives
Edgar A. Guest
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