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Recollections of My Children
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And in the summer, folks opined
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What! mid the flowers the woodpecker
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Heedless that now the mists of spring do rise
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Hallo! you shouldn't cry, you storks
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If but the wheel be diligent
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Ode Composed on the Occasion of Ascending Mount Tsukuba, and Joining in the Choric Dance
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He Comes Not
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Since that first night when, bath'd in hopeless tears
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The Cuckoo
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