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"IT WAS ALL IN THE BLACK COUNTREE"

It was all in the Black Countree,What time the sweet o' the year should be,I saw a tree, all gaunt and grey,As mindful of a winter's day:And that a lonely bird did sitUpon the topmost branch of it,Who to my thought did sweeter singThan any minstrel of a king.

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