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Merry is the robinThat pipes away his care,
And merry is the mackerel
That leaps a yard in air!
And merry is the butter-cup
Beneath the April sky,
And merry as the spring-time,
Love, are you and I!
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Now the robin's chilly,And all his songs are done;
No more the spotted mackerel
Leaps silvery in the sun.
O, mournful is the scarlet leaf,
And mournful is the sky—
But merry as the spring-time,
Love, are you and I!
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