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et the little birds sing;Let the little lambs play;Spring is here; and so ’tis spring;--But not in the old way! I recall a placeWhere a plum-tree grew;There you lifted up your face,And blossoms covered you. If the little birds sing,And the little lambs play,Spring is here; and so ’tis spring--But not in the old way!
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