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Yet higher joys thy happy dawn,
Enchanting month! to me unfurl'd,
When, on Amelia's natal morn,
Thou, smiling, gav'st her to the world!
Enchanting month! to me unfurl'd,
When, on Amelia's natal morn,
Thou, smiling, gav'st her to the world!
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