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![]() A shadow for the noontide hour, A shelter from the summer shower, When we plant the apple-tree. |
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![]() Sat a maiden and her lover; And the thoughts within her he Yearned, in silence, to discover. Round them danced the sunbeams bright, Green the grass-lawn stretched before them While the apple blossoms white Hung in rich profusion o'er them. |
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