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