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Fíriel
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looked
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out
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at
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three
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o’clock:
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the
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grey
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night
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was
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going;
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far
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away
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a
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golden
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cock
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clear
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and
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shrill
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was
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crowing.
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The
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trees
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were
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dark,
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and
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the
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dawn
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pale,
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waking
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birds
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were
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cheeping,
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a
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wind
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moved
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cool
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and
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frail
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through
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dim
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leaves
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creeping.
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She
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watched
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the
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gleam
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at
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window
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grow,
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till
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the
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long
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light
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was
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shimmering
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on
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land
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and
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leaf;
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on
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grass
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below
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grey
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dew
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was
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glimmering.
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Over
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the
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floor
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her
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white
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feet
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crept,
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down
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the
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stair
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they
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twinkled,
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through
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the
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grass
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they
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dancing
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stepped
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all
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with
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dew
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besprinkled.
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Her
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gown
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had
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jewels
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upon
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its
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hem,
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as
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she
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ran
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down
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to
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the
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river,
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and
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leaned
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upon
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a
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willow-
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stem,
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and
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watched
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the
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water
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quiver.
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A
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kingfisher
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plunged
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down
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like
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a
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stone
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in
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a
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blue
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flash
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falling,
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bending
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reeds
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were
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softly
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blown,
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lily-
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leaves
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were
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sprawling.
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A
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Answer
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sudden
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music
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to
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her
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came,
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as
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she
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stood
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there
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gleaming
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with
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free
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hair
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in
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the
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morning’s
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flame
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on
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her
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shoulders
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streaming.
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Flutes
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there
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were,
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and
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harps
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were
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wrung,
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and
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there
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was
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sound
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of
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singing,
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like
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wind-
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voices
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keen
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and
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young
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and
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far
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bells
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ringing.
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A
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ship
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with
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golden
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beak
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and
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oar
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and
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timbers
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white
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came
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gliding;
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swans
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went
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sailing
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on
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before,
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her
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tall
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prow
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guiding.
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Fair
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folk
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out
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of
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Elvenland
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in
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silver-
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grey
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were
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rowing,
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and
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three
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with
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crowns
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she
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saw
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there
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stand
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with
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bright
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hair
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flowing.
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With
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harp
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in
|
hand
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they
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sang
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their
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song
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to
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the
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slow
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oars
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swinging:
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”Green
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is
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the
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land,
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the
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leaves
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are
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long,
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and
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the
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birds
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are
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singing.
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Many
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a
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day
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with
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dawn
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of
|
gold
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this
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earth
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will
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lighten,
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many
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a
|
flower
|
will
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yet
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unfold,
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ere
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the
|
cornfields
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whiten.”
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