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III

All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree!
Ere spring was going ah, spring is gone!
And there comes no summer to the like of you and me,
Blossom time is early, but no fruit sets on

All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree,
Browned at the edges, turned in a day;
And I would with all my heart they trimmed a mound for me,

And weeds were tall on all the paths that led that way!

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