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o if 'billows' and 'pillows' and 'hours' and 'flowers',
and all the brave rhymes of an elder day,
could be furled together, this genial weather,
and carted or carried on wafts away,
nor ever again trotted out -- ah me!
how much fewer volumes of verse there'd be.


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