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Excerpts: [... in the oaks, White fluffy clouds rest in the murky sky. It is yet cool, the maples scarcely stir, But noon will burn the grasses by the way ...... come and bring refreshing breeze And fold a soothing mantle over all Like mother spreading blankets over Tom. Now day by day the summer slips ...... the sunny days kept pace with time. In winter some hours will be gilded gold. It's true ...]
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