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| The year is at the spring, And day is at the morn; Morning is at seven, The hillside is dew-pearled; The lark is on the wing, The snail is on the thorn; God is in his heaven, All is right with the world. | |
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| The year is at the spring, And day is at the morn; Morning is at seven, The hillside is dew-pearled; The lark is on the wing, The snail is on the thorn; God is in his heaven, All is right with the world. | |