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UNSEEN WORTH
A single drop of rain fell from the skies:
None saw it, on that day so bright and fair.
It slid into the ground, and nourish'd there
The acorn of an oak to live for centuries.
None saw it, on that day so bright and fair.
It slid into the ground, and nourish'd there
The acorn of an oak to live for centuries.
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