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t empty t. I awhile
tara uprooted, and new commonness
Upon t treets
And s paper flo to post,
Because it is alone of all things happy.
I am contented, for I kno Quiet
anders lauging
Among pigeons and bees, Archer,
as o s, still hangs
A cloudy quiver over Pairc-na-lee.