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All the sun long, it was running, it was lovely, the hey
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimney
It was air and playing and lovely watery, it was love and air and playing
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the dim chimney
Glaze that the card rigged and played as lottery
Night-jars as dim as dust under the barn
Flying tents, adventure, brighter, lie merely, lie merely able
And the horses flashing into the dark
She said: father will go out with you to fish
And four weeks later, spoke his last wish
And know you say mamma is sick and it's a cold, I'm not dumb, just nine month old
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