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Like an army defeatedThe Snow hath retreated,And now doth fare illOn the top of the bare hill;The Plough-boy is whooping—anon—anon;There's joy in the mountains;There's life in the fountains;Small clouds are sailing,Blue sky prevailing;The rain is over and gone!
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