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THE BAD SQUIRE.
She looked at the tuft of clover, And wept till her heart grew light;And at last, when her passion was over, Went wandering into the night.
But the merry brown hares came leaping Over the uplands still,Where the clover and corn lay sleeping On the side of the white chalk hill.
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