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Watching the swallows
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We stood there a long time
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The Village of Thornhill
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There was an unusual softness
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The Evening sun was now sending
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A Poor woman came, she said
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It was no more
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I gathered mosses in Easedale
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Sea-birds flying
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Address to a Child during a Boisterous Winter Evening
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