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And one, a dreamer e'en when awake,
Still followed his fancy to summer hours,
He thought of mountain, and sea and lake,
With all of their mid-year thorns and flowers;
So into his mind in measures came
A happening, five short months before,
In which one couple he would not name,
A night not quite monotonous bore:
Still followed his fancy to summer hours,
He thought of mountain, and sea and lake,
With all of their mid-year thorns and flowers;
So into his mind in measures came
A happening, five short months before,
In which one couple he would not name,
A night not quite monotonous bore:
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