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Its Summer, and Holidays

Our spirit's levity At liberty In warmed up air, as real felt As makes dizzy! Now eye to eye can go Each sigh to know With whom, carefree and careless Off them, astray World of hardships spurn! Off, away. Poor moth! Poor thou!

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