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IMMUNITY.
Leaf of the deep-leaved holly-tree,
Long spared the weather-god's disdain,
Have not thy brothers borne for thee
June's inavertible raging rain?
Long spared the weather-god's disdain,
Have not thy brothers borne for thee
June's inavertible raging rain?
And they are beautiful and hale,
Those sun-veined revellers; and thou
Still crippled, still afraid and pale,
Sole discord of the singing bough!
Those sun-veined revellers; and thou
Still crippled, still afraid and pale,
Sole discord of the singing bough!
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