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SUMMER MURMURS
Breeze that art coming
Over the sea,
Bee that art humming
Over the lea,
What do ye murmur, murmur to me?
Over the sea,
Bee that art humming
Over the lea,
What do ye murmur, murmur to me?
“Ripe are the grasses
Summer's wing passes;
Warm is the sun;
Yet, oh remember
Frost and December,
Leaves that are fallen, leaves that are dun.”
Summer's wing passes;
Warm is the sun;
Yet, oh remember
Frost and December,
Leaves that are fallen, leaves that are dun.”
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