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Oh! the December in which the heritage is handed on to a suckling!
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I will contemplate from Fushimi's
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Uncanny and yet pleasing are
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Short stanza on the Same Occasion
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The Trees and herbage, as the year doth wane
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Even the morris-dancers' steps
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Bit by a sorry mate, the cat
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And when the boatmen have made up
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Spring
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The Dew are all of one pale silv'ry white
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