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Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,The time, when in our childish playsMy Sister Emmeline and ITogether chaced the Butterfly!A very hunter did I rushUpon the prey:—with leaps and springsI follow'd on from brake to bush;But She, God love her! feared to brushThe dust from off its wings.
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