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7
JVNE IN LONDON
SOVNDS of the riverside are in my ear
Through the long day;
The merry haymakers I plainly hear,
The tossing hay.
Through the long day;
The merry haymakers I plainly hear,
The tossing hay.
O cruel dreams, that through the roaring town
Mine ears engage!
Alas, poor lark! whose home was once the down,
But now a cage!
Mine ears engage!
Alas, poor lark! whose home was once the down,
But now a cage!
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