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SWEET GALE
The sweet South Wind once underground was frozen,
And only growth to save her could avail.
She grew up through a plant; the plant so chosen
We call in our North Country the Sweet Gale.
And only growth to save her could avail.
She grew up through a plant; the plant so chosen
We call in our North Country the Sweet Gale.
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