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The Brook
Of the Brook the Hazels said,
As they whispered on the brink:
“Was there ever, do you think,
Such a bright and nut-brown maid?”
As they whispered on the brink:
“Was there ever, do you think,
Such a bright and nut-brown maid?”
Said the Brook: “No shadow grows
On the moorlands whence I came;
All the sky's one sapphire flame,
So I'm sunburnt, I suppose!”
On the moorlands whence I came;
All the sky's one sapphire flame,
So I'm sunburnt, I suppose!”
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