Stops of Various Quills/Midway

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MIDWAY


SO blithe the birds sang in the trees, 
 The trees sang in the wind,
I winged me with the morning breeze,
 And left Care far behind.

But now both birds and trees are mute
 In the hot hush of noon;
And I must up and on afoot,
 Or Care will catch me soon.




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