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XIV
Some thought of Texas, some of Maine,But one of wood-set Tennessee.
And one of Avon thought, and one
Thought of an isle beneath the sun,
And one, a dusky son of Spain,
Soft hummed his señorita's air
Half laughed, shook back his heavy hair
And then—he would not think again,
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Thought tenderly, thought tearfully;
And one turned sadly to the Spree.
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