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Embroideries not e'en yet worn
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You little sparrows left without
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Off to the cherry-flow'rs! the day
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Around the plum-flow'rs make a fence
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Alas! the tears which she restrains
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Ode to the Cuckoo
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Despite that I have nine times risen
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Beneath love's heavy weight my falt'ring soul
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A Frontier Soldier's Regrets on Leaving Home
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I am burnt out. Nevertheless
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