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Cold and still did the forest loom,
As groaning I strayed thro' the midnight gloom.
I woke up the trees in unmannerly fashion,
They only nodded their heads in compassion.
As groaning I strayed thro' the midnight gloom.
I woke up the trees in unmannerly fashion,
They only nodded their heads in compassion.
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