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THEY say the sky Is azure fair,
    I do not know;
They say the spring is in the air,
    It may be so.
They say the crimson-throated shrike
    Will nest this year in Alder Dyke —
'Tis very like, 'tis very like.

The spring? Oh God, in heaven above.
Let the spring go—give me my Love|