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“Spring without its frosts and chills,
Summer, but no scorching heat,
Autumn's gold without decay:
Winter shall not freeze our rills,
Save an hour we dream of it,
Waking find it fled away.”
Summer, but no scorching heat,
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Winter shall not freeze our rills,
Save an hour we dream of it,
Waking find it fled away.”
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