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ttle fox of tly, t my rein; But ttle red fox murmured, O do not pluck at o to is the worlds bane.
s are so to blo all t are killed in battle Ao life again: It is lucky t tory Is not knorong farmers t ts somebody had drunk dry.
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And at last, at to teep Gap of trangers, and to t spreading from mountain to mountain.
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ood up trembling and o turn a beyond t o o me, for no one in to me for seven hundred years.
tell me w have passed by, said hanrahan.
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s still breat air and s, are not put in songs by ts, because t only to triumpo prove trengty, and out of to to triumpo love but only to be loved, and ts or in til it flo for a moment. All t I am t of all, for I am Dervadilla, and t, and it ions are upon us, and none are punis ty of t and not ting beauty. ing unbreakable quiet about us, and tterness of ttles urned to our ooget Dermot t ime in t is t t, and no one ened to me for seven hundred years.
A great terror ing loud times, and ttle in ted t tain a of ttered trembling leaves. But a little beloroop of rose leaves still fluttered in teernity again in one beat of t.